A Bigfoot and beyond blogger and Nature Photographer from New England. I spend a majority of my free time in the woods exploring for any signs the hairy man has been around and snapping some pics along the way. So if you’re following this blog, you’ll be the first to know if I see him...
t’s Sasquatch Indian day, and no place for skeptics. You either take the sasquatch or leave them alone. There is no middle course. Many Indians take them straight. To hear tell, the Sasquatch were great hairy legendary creatures that maintain their reputation with an occasional presentation day swoop down from the mountains to peek in windows or smack a lone tribesman. Others, Indian Agent J. W. Burns explained, take a milder view. “Despite their great size of seven feet in height the sasquatch are timid and harmless. Burns said the Indians believe. “They were believed to be covered with a growth of hair and to live in caves and hollow trees. The legend probably came from the actual existence of some primitive race. I believe in it myself.” Legend or not, the celebration today and tomorrow will see braves, squaws and their papooses living again as their ancestors did before white men came. Against a background of historic Harrison Lake and river, an Indian village of 20 lodges bright with traditional ochred drawings and totem symbols occupies a square mile of cleared brushland. Dressed in full tribal regalia, Indians prepared to start the day’s celebration with a parade. Night events will include forbidden torchlight for which special permission has been granted by the dominion fisheries department, ceremonial dances and camp fire recitals of Indian folklore…
I was planning on doing a fluff piece on everyone’s favorite Yeti, Bumble. But thinking about Rudolph made me think on how they want to ban the program from airing on any major channels and exposing America’s children to bullying. And I was immediately frustrated. I’m not saying that Rudolph may not have a few hinky gray areas in it, but in no way will it warp anyone’s mind. I’m okay, I’ve watched it every year for forever and now I’m a Bumble enthusiast and blogger. See where it got me?
My mother will start to worry (beautiful what’s your hurry)
My father will be pacing the floor (listen to the fireplace roar)
Suffice it to say, Rudolph does have bullying, but bullying happens all over the world everyday, having some exposure that it and that it’s not okay and that you aren’t alone when your young is a good thing. And also for the children to see Rudolph rise above it. And really who better to tell the reindeers they were wrong then Santa! Every child’s hero. And also, I watched it when I was young too, I knew then that the other reindeer were wrong and I defended people my whole life against bullies, ask my family and they will tell you…Who knows, maybe I got that fire from the show. It also has the land of misfit toys. Shunned toys that weren’t perfect so they were sent to the island never to have love. But it also showed that those different toys deserved love and acceptance too, and that we have all types of differences. Those are both good life lessons to learn and If not from Rudolph and Santa then who?
So really I’d better scurry (Beautiful please don’t hurry)
Well maybe just a half of drink more (I’ll put some records on while I pour)
We all need to relax and take a deep breath. We need to take in account what era and climate something was written. Yes, there is a bunch of potentially politically incorrect programming out there. But it is our past and a sign of the times. Our history. We can’t wipe it all out. We need to learn something from our past.
The neighbors might think ( Baby it’s bad out there)
Say what’s in this drink (No cabs to be had out there
This evening has been… (been hoping that you’d drop in)
Say what’s in this drink (No cabs to be had out there)
As you can see the lyrics to one of the most sung holiday songs has been interjected throughout this post. That is because this song is also on the chopping block. They are saying it practically screams date rape. Now, no doubt Deano loved the ladies, (and his drinks) but not by force. Again, I implore you to remember the era it was written in. The expression “what’s in this drink?” Was said in response to being served a strong drink, not because a drug was slipped into it.
My father was a singer, and he sang this all the time and I loved hearing it. What about my fond memories? I just want to have a white Christmas with family and friends without a side of bullying please. I’m more concerned about the mental harm the song “I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” is doing to the little ones of the world. I remember being mad at my Mom over this annual indiscretion of hers. Please don’t take from this that I don’t care about America’s children or are insensitive to women’s issues. I am a women and was a teacher too, and I’m saying this for them, banning and hiding everything is not the answer. The bubble you put everyone in will pop eventually, and then what? They have been left with no exposure and coping skills for these issues. But this blog is just one girl’s opinion. My thoughts. And I thank you all for reading them even though you just wanted Bumble and Yukon Cornelius. (Without the soap box)..
It’s not about tinsel and presents we haven’t found yet
The gifting, the rushing around
It’s not about a birthday now, it’s about the gifts you have found
Gifts for some families that break their back
They won’t eat much again till they get back on track
It’s now about worry,stress and the people you see
Whether they need a gift too in the pile under the tree
The department stores and marketing led you here
But it’s so out of control now, some aren’t even aware
Only with the next generation can we make a change
That maybe all we need is two presents under the tree
And ornaments to hang
Teach what the holidays are really about,
We never think about the children that go without
They think because they are poor or have no family that Santa won’t come
Or maybe they weren’t good enough
To get all that other stuff
What about all the people that spend Christmas alone
No one to call, no reason to pick up a phone
We need to make changes
And just stop shopping away
Because some department store conned you into an expensive Christmas Day
Don’t get me wrong I love the spirit of Christmas
Family time, laughter, memories
And thats what we should focus on
Some day those beloved people will be gone
Let’s change our ways and move on
Gifts don’t say I love you
Your actions all year do
When they get older, they will understand that too
So leave the malls and get back home
Celebrate the birthday of god’s son here on earth
Thank him for life
And a chance to make memories
Because the only thing that will matter to you in the end are these…”
Poem by me…
When my eyes popped open this morning, my first thoughts with my Caramel and Vanilla coffee was, did I shop for everyone? Did everyone have enough? But this was after watching a family member completely miserable thinking her bonus wouldn’t come, there wouldn’t be a great Christmas for the kiddos.
No one should be sitting there miserable and stressed out when the purpose of this holiday was to celebrate the birth of our lord. Was is not a typo. Most children raised today know nothing about the real Christmas or “spirit of Christmas” .
The entire holiday was hijacked by retail department stores. “Let’s celebrate giving Howard all these presents, he’ll be the happiest boy ever”, but his best friend Jack will be crying because he got socks. In a great time to recognize charities needing our giving, and keeping loved ones close, and being thankful for life happening at all, we are once again, making the rich richer.
If you were to ask me what I’d change about humanity, Santa Claus and retail Christmas is on my top ten. I don’t want to make everyone miserable this morning, but often these charitable days are the only time we’re listening.
We need to take control of this insanity, teach children what it’s all about, make some changes to Santas role here. No more naughty or nice list, no more 300 presents each. We cam only make these change now with the young. I hope someday we make it happen. No one should feel alone, unworthy, sad or stressed out, after all it’s not our birthday is it?
Happy Holidays everyone and for my New Year’s resolution? I’m going to keep trying to educate and pray for change of our Christmas Story…
Over at r/CasualUK, Reddit user huskyboi72 posted this curious photo of a creepy creature that reportedly washed up on a UK beach. In the thread, the weird animal has been identified as a “baby Loch Ness Monster,” a plesiosaurus, or a Lesser-spoted Dogfish. The most popular analysis of the photo is that it’s the remnants…
— Read on boingboing.net/2022/12/12/what-is-this-weird-baby-loch-ness-monster-washed-up-on-a-beach.html
If asked, Maryland schoolteacher Robert Chance will tell you about strange doings in York County and in nearby Harford County, Md. He says chickens are mysteriously slaughtered in grotesque fashion. Mauled guard dogs become more like docile puppies. long tracks are found which have left unusually deep impressions in the ground. Chance’s explanation for these is a creature called “bigfoot.” Chance gives this description of bigfoot: About 7 feet tall, the creature is a two- legged humanoid weighing roughly 350 pounds. He is covered with dark or reddish brown hair, except over his face. He has a flat nose and a pointed head and is a good swimmer. Most active at night, bigfoot
feeds on fish, poultry, roots and garbage. Chance has compiled evidence pointing to the presence of a bigfoot in Pennsylvania and Maryland. He says there have been 237 reported sightings of the beast in Pennsylvania since the One was reported in York County only last March. Chance claims he and bigfoot have had two encounters. The first was in 1972 when he was hiking an abandoned logging trail after a canoe trip on Muddy Creek in southern York County. He and his four companions were startled by several large boulders, about 50 pounds a piece, which came bouncing past them. There was no sound or a landslide, just the rocks. “I’ve never been as scared as I was on Muddy Creek,” Chance recalled. The projectiles came close but hit no one. “I think he was just trying to scare us off. He could have hit us if he wanted to,” Chance says. Chance had read of reported sightings of bigfoot in the Pacific Northwest. The incident at Muddy Creek made him think that Bigfoot also lived in the East. Inspired, Chance checked and turned up other stories of bizarre occurrences. His quest for the beast began in earnest. Two years ago in Harford County, Chance was investigating a reported sighting. “I could smell something, and my dogs were going crazy. I heard this rush through a thicket and this weird cry. I went and found broken off waist high.” It was another close call with bigfoot, Chance believes. He says more than 50 possible bigfoot encounters have come to his attention this year including several in York County. There have been sightings in the county’s Muddy and Creek areas, he says. Tracks have been found, in outlying farmland. And a truck driver says he saw a creature near the Peach Bottom power plant March 2. Scant hard evidence for bigfoot’s existence has been found, Chance says. Strands of hair picked off fences have been identified as that of a primate, but not known primate. Plaster casts have ‘been made of footprints, Chance says. A camper with a tape recorder believes he got some Bigfoot on tape. But there are no photographs of an East Coast bigfoot. The elusive quality bigfoot exhibits is a sign of intelligence, Chance says. “You can’t set a trap for it. it’s too smart.” Bigfoot perhaps has retained survival instincts humans lost thousands of years ago. Although curious and powerful, the fleeting animal afraid of humans, Chance says. That attitude, combined with thick vegetation, makes summer a slow season for bigfoot sightings. Winter when incidents abound be cause scarcer food sources more activity by Bigfoot, thin foliage makes spottings easier and snow clearly marks footprints. The best theory Chance can develop is that Bigfoot roams the traveling from northern Florida to central Pennsylvania. In the area, Chance figured there actually are three Bigfoot animals. He guessed there may be 200 the After a total of three months of camping, Chance has come no closer than the two incidents related above, He isn’t quite sure what he’d do if he did find it. “I don’t think I could capture it because I wouldn’t know what dose of tranquilizer to use. And I don’t have 20 men with a net. The thought i’d stand my ground and mimic what it’d do. Idealistically, I’d like it to communicate with me, although I admit that is a little farfetched An environmental education teacher at the local high school, he has a syndicated newspaper column in addition to being a town commissioner and environmental center director. He also works as a wilderness outfitter. “I get razzed a lot. My father can’t buy it (the bigfoot notion). The commissioners and a lot of the people I teach with can’t buy it. You lose some credibility. But eventually i’m going to regain it when one is found. “I don’t mind criticism from outdoorsmen,” he says. “But comments from a Monday morning quarterback who’s never even camped out in the backwoods? Well I get upset when they give me grief. it’s something I got to live with, Iguess.” Much remains to be learned about bigfoot. Chance points out without hesitation researchers do not know where they come from, where they sleep, why no dead ones bave been found, among other questions. But Chance stresses what is unknown may well exist. People are learning things about this world all the- time. I like to feel some things still are yet to discover…”
Forget King Kong . Consider instead a species of giant ape undiscovered by science. Between eight and 12 feet tall, the powerful, intelligent primate walks on two feet through the forests of North America. Thousands of people claim to have seen it. Such professional observers as judges, policemen and doctors all describe a similar beast. Hundreds of tracks, confirmed as primate, have been found. America’s King Kong is the sasquatch , aka Bigfoot .
More and more scientists are risking ridicule to champion the sasquatch’s existence, several devoting their lives to researching it. Even Jane Goodall, the respected primatologist, says: “I’m fascinated by the accounts from people I trust, and I have a totally open mind about Bigfoot’s existence.”
I, too, kept an open mind when I recently joined the Bigfoot Research Organisation (BFRO) in Olympic National Park, Washington State, on a sasquatch -seeking mission.
On the drive from Seattle, across beautiful Puget Sound to the forested Olympic Mountains, Kristine Walls told me about our quarry. Walls, a botanist and BFRO investigator, had not seen a sasquatch but accepted its existence wholeheartedly. The animals are placid, she said, but they have killed people and have been seen beating pigs to death with their fists. No one has found a dead Bigfoot , perhaps because its bones are quickly dispersed in woods, and perhaps because the Bigfoot buries its dead.
“Are we going to see a ‘squatch’?” I asked, aping Kristine’s lingo.
“Maybe, maybe not, but you’ll definitely know if one’s nearby.”
“How?”
“Oh, you’ll know.”
The BFRO team’s campsite headquarters, the Log Cabin Resort, was on the steep, thickly wooded shores of the famously deep Crescent Lake. Shrill children ran between camper vans, teens sunbathed and swam, parents prepared barbecues. It was as bright and peaceful as the beginning of a horror film.
The BFROers greeted me warmly. There were about 35 people in all, largely male and aged from 12 to 65. A couple were wild-haired, wacky-eyed guys, yet most were sober, middle-class people – a lawyer, a fighter pilot and a smattering of students and academics.
Matt Moneymaker, the 39-year-old charismatic founder of BFRO, was organising the evening’s activities. The atmosphere was informed, academic but excited-to-be-outdoors, as you might find at an open-air Star Trek convention.
Small groups peeled off into the woods. The idea was to see and photograph or film sasquatch , but not to disturb it. Squatches prefer women, apparently, so Moneymaker sent me off with Tracy, a young anthropology student but veteran squatch investigator, her friend, Kerry, and Kristine Walls.
We walked through boundless woods. With no moon or cloud, the stars were in full riot. It was hard to look up without seeing a shooting star. We passed by silent, silhouetted trees, and sniffed the cool air, musky with the summer aroma of cedar, pine and alder.
As the girls sang to attract squatches, I mused on how these normal, intelligent people would be considered loons by many for believing something that hegemonic Western science denies. Mainstream academia believes that Bigfoot is explainable fiction. Dr Simon Roberts, an anthropologist, says: “Myths have a function. The creation of Bigfoot might be a way of delineating between wild nature and man’s domesticated world.”
Then there’s the Jungian idea that monsters are a projection of our inner animal. Dr Christopher Bailey, a psychiatrist, says: “Aggressive impulses deemed intolerable for civilised people are disowned and attributed to something outside the self, like when people who kill wolves for sport refer to them as bloodthirsty killers (and fail to see the irony).”
Myth or not, we found no trace of the sasquatch that night. But the next day the camp was abuzz with excitement. In his tent deep in the woods, Lieutenant-Colonel Kevin Jones (retired) had had an Encounter: at about 4am, a huge sasquatch had loomed over his tent, he claimed. Moneymaker decided to take action. That night a crack team would return to the scene. Dr Leila Hadj-Chikh, a biologist with the Wildlife Conservation Society, would set up her high-tech recording equipment. Jones would operate a PA system to broadcast what was thought to be a recorded Bigfoot call. Tracy and Kristine would make squatch noises to lure the beasts. I’d go, too, to record and objectively verify its appearance. I was to sleep exactly where Jones had the night before.
We camped in a clearing and listened as Jones recounted the couple of times he had seen squatches. I was nearly converted. Jones didn’t seem the type to lie.
I became spooked, especially after the bone-chilling Bigfoot “call” was blasted out, then even more when we distinctly heard three somethings walking around us in the brush. They would stop moving when we stopped talking. After a while, they went away and we went to sleep. I awoke in the morning disappointed they hadn’t come closer.
Back at camp, there had been another Encounter. Tattoo artist Chip Beam said he’d been loomed over just as Jones had been.
That night’s vigil, deep in the forest, was a jolly affair. A long midnight walk, with much singing to lure squatches, was followed by a great fireside chat late into the night. Soon after the call-blasts there were noises all around, as if a crowd of Bigfoot was circling.
Kristine woke us all in the morning by shouting: “I’ve just seen a squatch!” We leapt from our tents and ran to the spot. I searched for broken branches, spoor and droppings, not sure what I was doing but enjoying the moment.
Kristine was elated. It was her first “sighting” after two years in the field. She spent the entire journey back to Seattle talking about it, and was understandably defensive against my unvoiced scepticism. The figure she saw could have been a freakishly tall man dressed up as a sasquatch , a deformed bear walking on two legs, or an animal that’s bright enough to hide from humans and has endless tracts of impenetrable forest in which to do it. Which was most likely?
Out there in the woods, meeting so many kind, normal people who said they’d seen the beast, I was almost convinced. But back in cynical Britain, before the eyes of my ready-to-mock peers, my squatch confidence was soon undermined.
The idea, though, that tribes of mini Kongs roam the North American forests is certainly more appealing than believing they don’t. Like Jane Goodall, I’m keeping an open mind, and hoping that BFRO boss Matt Moneymaker is right when he says: “Universal acceptance of Bigfoot’s existence is not only absolutely inevitable, it’s going to happen soon.”
My thoughts…there was something the reporter said, something I believe as well, and that is that bigfoot is so believed and accepted now, especially with all the technology out there, bigfoot is out there roaming free, he is our connection to being wild, living in and off what nature provides, being free. And we need that connection, or we our lost…
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Watson, Angus. “In the steps of Bigfoot Angus Watson has a few hairy moments on a hunt for the mysterious sasquatch – King Kong’s ‘real-life’ cousin.” Daily Telegraph [London, England], 31 Dec. 2005, p. 005. Gale In Context: World History, link.gale.com/apps/doc/A140342221/WHIC?u=frk&sid=bookmark-WHIC&xid=2a7452aa. Accessed 6 Dec. 2022.
According to Bigfoot Input, the man said he first thought it was a friend playing a prank but once he saw the length of its arms and how it moved from tree to tree, he quickly grabbed his daughter and ran back inside.
He said he got his gun and dog and went back outside but the creature had gone.
A man and wife were driving south on I-49 near Boggy Creek at around dusk. As the woman looked towards the northbound lane, she saw a “real tall, hairy human-like figure” standing at the treeline. She became terrified as she looked closer at the huge figure and exclaimed “what is that!?” Her husband was driving and could not look back fast enough to see the figure. The woman does not think it was a person.”
— Read on www.texarkanagazette.com/news/2022/oct/31/guest-columnist-could-it-be-the-fouke-monster/
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