Here's some things I want to know about Bigfoot.
If there's so many Bigfoots, like this Bigfoot Cult suggests, then why hasn't these ever happened ?
1) Why hasn't one ever tried to cross a road from a wooded area, and been struck by a car, like just about EVERY OTHER wild animal that lives in wooded areas, with a nearby road ?
2) Why havn't we ever found the carcass of a DEAD Bigfoot ?
3) With all these eyewitness accounts, why hasn't anyone ever been attacked by one ? From the descriptions of their accounts, they seem just as dangerous as a bear, so I would expect one to attack a human, if it feels threatened by the close proximities of those encounters.
Miles - you gotta tell us your ghost experience after that brief mention.
1)There have actually been close calls with vehicles, but think about it. If a dog can learn to avoid being hit, then an animal with the ability to reason on a primates level such as a chimp or great ape should be able to avoid a moving vehicle. Also with the stride the mature animals are said to have, they can cross great distances very quickly. Speed and smarts... maybe we can train them to play football.
2) There is one guy in the Folk Arkansas area if I remember correctly that has the remains of a creature. I think as recent as a years ago scientists were trying to get permission to do some real examination on them. One show keyed in on how long it takes a carcass to deteriorate in the wild. I was amazed to see just how fast, with the use of time laps, a full size deer was non-distinguishable. Also, your dealing with an animal that is generally reclusive, with a huge range on which it travels. In all my years (20+) of hunting, I've only found one deer antler, and never a skull or bone, and god knows how many deer are out there.
3) Back to Fulk Arkansas, there was one reported attack with the animal trying to get at a person in a cabin. On one of the shows I watched this year, there was also an instance of an animal trying to get into a house in a remote area. There was a resent incident where an animal left a smudged hand print on the sliding glass door of a home in Ga. Again, your dealing with an intelligent animal, but normally classified as reclusive, and generally evades contact with humans. A bear is carnivorous, and an aggressive animal. Most of the reports I've seen have the animal either freezing in it's track to attempt being undetected until it accessed the situation, or just runs off. Again, it goes back to this being a far more intellegent animal then a bear.
Sorry, there isn't any solid proof to date, meaning an animal has yet to be captured or killed. There are sightings all the time, and fresh tracks being found. Some of the more resent casts taken actually show dermal ridges, which is common to primates. You're not going to fake those with any type of easy.
Did I mention that I've also been into bigfoot research since I was about 11 when I saw the movie Legend of Boggy Creek. Kind of a B rate docu-drama, but it caught my interest.
As for the scare I got.... I was going over to a school buddies house to pick him up. He lived in the old sandstone house, known as the Salyer house. His dad worked for the water company which owned the house, so they got to live in the house for greatly reduced rent. Anyhow, I got there, and Robert was doing the dishes, and invited me in while he finished. I had never been in the house, but knew it well, as I would fish across the street, and slay ride at the golf course in the winters as a kid.
I sat on the couch in the living room and started to read the local paper when I heard somebody thumping around upstairs. I knew his parents were away, and his older brother away at college. I just figured it was his sister Barb. "Hey Rob, I didn't know Barb was home, can I go up stairs to say hellow." He polked his head out of the kitchen and said she's not home. "Rob, I just heard her walkin around upstairs." He looked in, and said again "she's not home." "Stop screwing with me, somebody is upstairs, I just heard a door close." "Pete, it's Harvey our ghost." At that point, I called BS knowing it was Barb, and they were setting me up. "I'm going upstairs I shouted", and off I went.
I fully expected Barb to jump out at me, and I looked in every room, including the closets, and under beds. As I had just about made it back to the stairs fairly confused, I felt a cold rush, and the bedroom door nearest to me slammed closed. I don't think I even touched a stair, and was out the door and into my car in less then 20 seconds. Fired it up, and off I went. Went to the local watering hole, and as I walked in, there was Barb sitting at the bar. As I walked up to her, she asked me where Robert was. I just stared at her, and then she said, Oh... you must have met Harvey. She explained that from time to time, a ghost makes themselves known in the upstairs rooms of the house. Normally when there's a guest in the house, but not with all visitors.
I have an Aunt, Dottie, and as a little kid she told me there was something special about me, and certain things would be attracted to me. She told me she would teach me when I was a bit older. She scared the piss out of my sisters one morning when I was about 5. She lived two doors down from Papa's house, and we had just gotten back from church. We ran to Aunt Dotti's to walk her back to Papas house. She wasn't ready to leave, and while in the other room, my two sisters started horsing around. One slammed the other into what we knew at the "console table" which was a huge old oak table up against the wall. When Rosey hit it, it moved about a foot, and a framed picture fell, and the glass broke. My sisters sprinted onto the couch, and when our Aunt came in, they blamed it on me.
My Aunt sat in a chair, and called me over to sit on her lap. She said that she saw my sisters do it, but was down the hall when it happened, so she couldn't have. She said to my sisters that they needed to stop blaming me for all the things they do wrong. She was hugging me, and glared at my sisters, then looked at the table for a few seconds. Suddenly, the big ol table started to shutter, and moved back into it's original place. My sisters started freaking out, and she whispered to me not to be afraid. She told them loudly, to get a dust pan, and clean up the glass, and that she would be watching them from now on. Once they cleaned up, they ran to Papas house. My father returned a few minutes later, had words with his sister, and dragged me out the door. We were never allowed to be alone with her again. We moved from the Bronx two years later, so contact with her became very limited. She became reclusive, and would up in a state hospital in her late years.
When I was in my 20's my dad told me that she had been doing stuff like that since she was little kid, and the family didn't speak of it. Aunt Dotti had telekinetic, and psychic powers. She was child of nature, into self healing, astrology, and truly wonderful person. She was an amazing artist, and crafts person. 200 years ago, she would have been called a which, and some in the old neighborhood feared her from what my dad told me.
I've had a few encounters with spirits over the years, and I guess that's what she was talking about. I generally don't speak about them because people arent open to things they don't understand or believe in such as ghosts.
At least I don't believe in ghosts.
