Bigfoot in the News #12 Bigfoot and Wildlife Fish and Game…

What if, while hiking through the’ Oregon woods, you stumbled across the legendary Bigfoot monster, – roped the beast and took it home. Next, you reported your catch to the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. Would the agency know what to do? Yes, says the agency, and to prove its readiness has written a lengthy news release describing just what it would do about your call.

if You Catch a Bigfoot By SAM HARTZ WASHINGTON (AP)

What if, while hiking through the’ Oregon woods, you stumbled across the legendary Bigfoot monster, – roped the beast and took it home. Next, you reported your catch to the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. Would the agency know what to do? Yes, says the agency, and to prove its readiness has written a lengthy news release describing just what it would do about your call.

But why. you might ask, has the U.S. government gone to such lengths over the possible capture of what, at least so far, is just a legend of long standing. Well. Fish and Wildlife reminds us, the gorilla was only a legend until the late 19th century. The komodo dragon, a 10-foot lizard, once a legend also.

To be sure’, added the agency, many sightings of today’s legendary “monsters’,’, are misinterpreted reports or even downright hoaxes. But there’s more to be said for the existence of a genuine Bigfoot. Not only have there been “sightings” of the purported 8- foot, 900-pound Pacific Northwest humanoid, but Skaminia County, Washington, is prepared to impose a fine of $10,000 and a 5-year jail term on anyone who kills a Bigfoot,. Last year the Florida and Oregon legislatures took up bills protecting Bigfoot-type creatures, and a Bureau of Indian Affairs policeman has a plaster cast of an 18-inch foot left after he claimed seeing Bigfoot in South Dakota.

So if Bigfoot were found, what then? The agency set up a scenario: “Word of its discovery would be flashed around the world within hours. Hysteria, fear or panic might accompany the news in the area where the creature was located. The throngs of curiosity seekers, would-be countless and others wanting to find Bigfoot would not only create a serious threat to the animal itself, but to public safety as well … .” And, asks Fish and Wildlife: “Would such a creature be subjected to the same kind of exploitation as the giant movie ape, King Kong?” Hardly, if the Interior could help it. : After receiving priority protection under Endangered.’ Species Bigfoot would undergo humdrum processing for term safeguarding. The following would be, How big is the Bigfoot population? Do Bigfeet occur anywhere else? Is the Bigfoot population in danger? Is Bigfoot’s habitat secure? Are the Bigfoot species being exploited? And what is Bigfoot’s reproductive cycles? “But for the record,” Keith Schreiner, associate director, “I doubt we’ll have to do anything, because I’m not sure I believe there any around here in the first place.” :

The Chillicothe Constitution-Tribune

Chillicothe, Missouri

30 Jan 1978,

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The Chillicothe Constitution-Tribune

Chillicothe, Missouri

30 Jan 1978, Mon  •  Page 6

Article with a Bigfoot Researcher…Bigfoot in the News #10

When loggers mentioned strange footprints in the woods, Edson would pack up his gear after work and spend that night and the next day tracking Bigfoot. Some nights, Edson said, the creature’s moans would keep him awake all night. At other times. . he’d catch a whiff of Bigfoot’s characteristic foul odor. Bigfoot though, he keeps a low profile Edson is sure that Marukarara. the Karok term for Bigfoot, doesn’t appear before men unless the creature is curious – or angry. “They hate all logging equipment because they think it is spoiling their environment.” Edson said, and that’s the explanation he offers for his one experience with a violent Bigfoot. .
Edson said he was waiting to unload a truckful of logs at a landing when “this thing came down from the hills. He began beating the hood of the truck with his arms,” Edson said . “He didn’t want me or he could’ve broken the window and grabbed me” Instead. Edson theorizes, the creature was disturbed by the logging.”

“A black, ape-like creature passed by Charles Edson’s hiding place. Then slowly turned and stared directly at the hunter. . “It knew I was there all the time,” Edson said. Bigfoot. Sasquatch. Marukarara. the Giant -Mountains People. Edson’s years of stalking the alleged creatures have made him a Bigfoot booster and given him material for his first book, “My Travels With Bigfoot ” . Edson’s account of his search for Marukarara from 1952 to 1967 is unusual in the annals of Bigfoot books because it is a first-person account that features several face-to-face encounters with the alleged creature. . The. Bigfoot field Is a natural for skeptics, but Crescent Publications of Los Angeles is not one of them. Crescent forwarded Edson a $1,500 advance payment for ‘Travels” and organized a book party for Saturday at 7 pm in the Newark Pavilion.

Bigfoot photos, casts of footprints, and a film will be shown. Edson will autograph copies of what he calls “A True Life Odyssey.” Edson looks like he’d be more at home pursuing mysterious, howling creatures across Northern California mountains than standing around publishers’ parties. A burly man, the logger and part-. time deputy sheriff, in Siskiyou County bears a faint resemblance to actor Richard Boone.

More than 25 years ago. Edson was introduced to the bizarre world of Bigfoot by a Karok Indian, Barry Harper. Harper and Edson were hunting one day when the quiet Karok showed Edson footprints made by some huge creature. They were 15 to 17 inches long, with large toes, like the misshapen footprint of a huge man, Edson said. In the high country north of the Trinity Alps. Harper showed Edson many of the tracks. Edson was intrigued, but not a great believer. I kept hunting and hunting and one day I found it.” he said. On a ridge about a mile away from Edson.

He saw what looked like a black bear on its hind legs. As he continued to watch, though. Edson said he was convinced that he was spying on Bigfoot. “It was like (catching) gold fever.” he said. For the next 12 years, he would chase after evidence of Bigfoot, forming theories about what the creature is and how it behaves. When loggers mentioned strange footprints in the woods, Edson would pack up his gear after work and spend that night and the next day tracking Bigfoot. Some nights, Edson said, the creature’s moans would keep him awake all night. At other times. . he’d catch a whiff of Bigfoot’s characteristic foul odor. Bigfoot though, he keeps a low profile Edson is sure that Marukarara. the Karok term for Bigfoot, doesn’t appear before men unless the creature is curious – or angry. “They hate all logging equipment because they think it is spoiling their environment.” Edson said, and that’s the explanation he offers for his one experience with a violent Bigfoot. .

Edson said he was waiting to unload a truckful of logs at a landing when “this thing came down from the hills. He began beating the hood of the truck with his arms,” Edson said . “He didn’t want me or he could’ve broken the window and grabbed me” Instead. Edson theorizes, the creature was disturbed by the logging. Indians told Edson that A Murakarara used to feed near the Klamath river but an increased number or people . Mainly loggers chased them back up the mountains. So what are these thing? . ‘ Edson offered two possibilities – “missing links between apes and men on the evolutionary scale, or a tribe of primitive Indians afflicted by a hereditary aisease. . Other Bigfoot theories advanced by Edson’ include these . During winter, they keep warm by sticking moss to their hairy body with tree sap. Only solo Bigfoot have been reported or spotted, but Edson believes they travel in family groups. ,” , Bigfoot understands that men are interested in him. but is wary of outsiders – especially those ‘ , carrying anything metallic.

Edson eventually gave up carrying a gun on Murakarara expeditions and said it helped his hunting. Bigfoot is sneaky. Its bones have never been found, and Edson said he’s seen the creature erasing its tracks before. Although Fremont is far from the haunts of Bigfoot. an entire room of Edson’s home is devoted to Bigfoot souvenirs – from dozens of plaster casts of footprints to newspaper clippings about the beast.

Due to an ailment, it’s been years- since he tracked Bigfoot. but he used the year and a half of his convalescence period to compose: . “Travels” This summer. Edson promised, he’ll be back to Bigfoot country, searching for the definitive proof that has eluded him and other Bigfoot fanciers. And the ailment that has kept him from hunting the Marukarara is just a coincidence, he said with a laugh, my feet were operated on.”

I really enjoyed this article. Edson and I seem to share a lot of the same theories to what a Bigfoot could be. The missing link or a split somewhere on the evolutionary scale.

And also the bit where he mentions not wanting to take anything metallic such as a gun with him. That is definitely my thoughts exactly. If they are there in the woods with me somewhere I don’t want them to think I’m going to harm them in any way. Or drag them home. I want them to stay wild and live in peace.

Every Bigfoot researcher, like myself, have different theories to whether they are man or ape, and they also have different approaches to what they like to do in the field. Carry film equipment? Weapons? Passive like me,etc. It’s a good thing because until we get a chance to ask one personally we need to try everything.

Have an awesome Sunday everyone and keep on Squatchin on…

Article written by Pete Rowe

Transcribed by me and

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Daily Review

Hayward, California

23 May 1979, Wed  •  Page 15

Sleep Little One…

In this vision I see
This baby…whose soul deep trusting eyes are looking at me
Looking at me with aww and wonder
And I think, how could this be?
This magnificent, magnificent creature
I need to make sure he always stays free
Not an experiment in some sterile cruel cage
Like we’ve done to every other wondrous creature no matter the age
It’s the littlest thing I could do
Because I know what humanity will do to you
Would that I could keep you in your mother’s arms
Safe and loved away from harm
No “I told you so” to the science community
Would ever be worth
Having a young snatched from their momma soon after birth
Feelings are feelings
Love is love
Life is so precious
And fragile like a dove
So sleep little one
Snuggle in tight
Mamma will protect you till the time is right
Maybe someday I’ll see you when I’m wide awake
So you may see what wonder and aww looks my eyes make…
For all the creatures under humanities thumb..
Poem by me copyright 6/21
Piece inspired by the art of Jonathan Dodd #cryptidpoet #monsterwordslinger

You can reach Johnathan Dodd for commissions or to see his other wonderful pieces at:

https://www.jonathandodddraws.com/bio

Tales of The Seas…#1

According to The New York Evening Post, In August of 1805, sailors came across a sea creature on their sail in the waters between Ontario Canada and New York. It was described as having the body of a snake with horns on its head. It was said to move its body quickly, and curled it was at least 18 feet. Curled? 18 feet? 😱 And in the Atlantic Ocean? They told The New York Evening Post that it raced them back to shore.

“With the swiftness of an arrow, It darted towards them, and they discovered It to be a monster in the form of a snake. They were dreadfully frightened” they told the Post. Who wouldn’t be?
It continued reading…
“It contracted itself into a spiral form, which they judged to be nearly eighteen feet in diameter , From the centre of the curl, the head projected across the folds, lying even with the surface of the water, and, apparently its circumference was almost as large as a hogshead ; the mouth frighttully large, and aspect terrible. The length, as it appeared above the water, they judged to be about 150 feet. Quick it changed its course and went after another vessel, which had left Kingston around the same time as themselves, bound for Niagara, and when it was out of sight for the moment they raced to shore. The men understood that the Indians have frequently seen the same creature. They were told once it had attempted to pick a man out of a schooner, that the man saved himself by jumping into the cabin. A number of boats have been lost out here and some were destroyed, they believe by this mysterious creature…”


Transcribed from:
From the New York Evening Post
Wednesday August, 21st 1805
I hope everyone had a great day. Mine was crazy busy sorry for the late posting…
Have an awesome evening!

Bigfoot in the News 9…The Skunk Ape

Art from Soule Designs

SKUNK APE:Police and wildlife officials comb the Everglades for evidence of an alleged “skunk ape” which a local man claimed to have hit with his automobile. The man said the unclothed being ran away into the ‘glades after being hit. No evidence was found to back up the fact that such an animal exists.
“Skunk Ape’- Is It Real ? Nell Jones has come to love every creature in southern Florida’s Everglades after living among them for 18 years. She’d probably love the “skunk ape,” too, if there is one. Two small poodles, a large dog, a raccoon and a opossum get a daily feeding from her hand, living off her belief that there is ‘”nothing out here that won’t love you if you let it.” That’s why she is upset that reports of an eight-foot tall skunk ape have moved from central Florida’s Cypress Swamp to the area she calls home.
“I believe this is a big, old, funny joke,” said Mrs. Jones, 52, who operates a fish camp, just south of where a sighting of the legendary creature was reported two days ago. “There is nothing out here but just things that you could love if you could get a-hold of them—or that won’t love you if you let them,” Mrs. Jones said.
In the predawn hours Wednesday a motorist traveling along the nearby highway said he saw one twice and even hit one with his car, the dark, hairy creature that previously has been reported-sighted around the west central part of the state, near Brooksville and in The Big Cypress Swamp. The police who combed the area on foot and on halftrack Wednesday and again before dawn Thursday failed to turn up any evidence that any such creature had been in the area, although a patrolman reported seeing a huge silhouette and another said there were trampled bushes and uprooted trees in an area of the swamps.
One believer in the legendary creature, Robert Morgan, is an active member of the American Yeti Expedition, an affiliate of the National Wildlife Federation. Morgan, who joined policemen in their investigation Wednesday, said the so-called skunk ape is a member of the Yeti family that includes the reported “Abomniable Snowman of the Himalayas.” He said “hunters and children alike have seen the Creature…”

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Panama City News-Herald
Panama City, Florida
11 Jan 1974, Fri • Page 1
Art by Soule Designs

Under the Blood Moon…

It’s 11:00 on a Tuesday night. I hiked this morning for four hours and I’m feeling it now boy. But I still wanted to get outside and see this moon.

It’s hard to believe our luck that this moon was pulled into our obit at just the right place to help create and sustain our life.

Seeing the moonshine on my lake is so calming to me. And I’m thankful and blessed to be living here to see it.

Every hectic and crazy thing that happened today has completely melted away, And I knew I had to share it with you.

I hope you’re viewing and reading this somewhere amazing too. Just look up, breathe and let the moon take you away.

If you could watch this moon tonight from anywhere in the world where would you like to be? For me, I’d love to go to Scotland and see that full moon just once and maybe find me a Laird to watch it with….but till then this is just perfect.

Enjoy your night, enjoy the video, and hey, let me know where you watched it from tonight and where you would like to go see it someday.

Peace everyone, and remember one moon, one planet, one species…the human race…

Thoughts Under a Tree…

“As I’m sitting here below a canopy of trees
Listening to the bird’s song playing above me
I think, how can anyone not love this?
How can they not be here?
But they are out there,
consuming and consuming without care
Look down at your babies and say
I don’t care if the planet is here for you one day
That if you grow up and it’s gone
That you didn’t do anything at all to save it along the way
You cut down every tree, paved every patch of land
I don’t know why humanity doesn’t understand
Every person needs the oxygen of nine trees to live
Look at the few trees around you,
The stumps only you left in your yard
Then maybe you’ll have two shits to give
When you have no animals to eat because you mowed down all the grass
How long do you think we can last?
I try to drive home this message with all that I do
Because if all out messages don’t work,
we are done as a species, there is no other planet, we are through
Maybe one day some form of life will look through our fossil record
And put the pieces together, that yes, it was us that wrecked it”
Poem and photos by me, written in the forest today…

Bigfoot in the News…#8

The latest search for Bigfoot was triggered by tlhe finding of apparently human hair near huge, man-like footprints near St. Helens. Robert W. Morgan, director of the American- Yeti said hair was from a search of his camp Monday that The hair was near where giant footprints were found about a month ago by tracker in a dense forest.

The trackers were on a trail when they came upon a small stream As they started to cross the creek, they noticed a very fresh scuff mark on a moss-covered rock.

That was where the hair strands were found. Morgan said the tracker spotted huge man-like footprints nearby as well. The prints were up stream about 20 yards then circled back near the other tracks before the trail just disappeared. “That’s exactly the movement a primate would make if it was wishing to observe without not being observed,” Morga suggested. ‘I’m not saying it was Bigfoot, but it’s unlikely that a barefooted human would go running around in that area, if it was a human, why would he want to hide from two other humans?” Mary Joe Florey, a microbiologist from Portland, Ore., examined the hair and concluded it was human, most probably from an ankle or leg,. Morgan said analysis of the hair will continue, – including comparison with hair he found two years ago on a fence near spot where deer had been savagely killed and also where other large footprints had been discovered. ‘If it was a Bigfoot, then it opens up many new doors,’ said Morgan, who has led group of scientists and trackers; this summer in a search for the creature. “It’s something we’re very excited about.” He said, the hunt for a Bigfoot will continue in the south western -Washington area “until the snow flies”.

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The Times Standard

Eureka, California

29 Sep 1974, Sun  •  Page 7

https://www.newspapers.com/clip/78017098/bigfoot-2/

Above art by Alex Evans

Werewolf Wednesday…The Tale Ends…

Little Red…

A howl in the dark

Showing teeth but I can’t see

He’s waiting, watching, stalking me

He knows I’m in here

He can smell all the fear

He waiting for the darkest part of the night

To savor all my fright

Nails clicking on the floor

Followed by the bang at the door

The Wolfie…

Oh little red…

I’m going to do to you what I should have done before…

Come on there little red riding hood

You still are looking good

You’re everything that a big bad wolf could want…

You may have gotten away before

But I won’t trip this time on granny’s panties on the way to the door

No disguise at all

I left the sheep suit at the mall

Your blood is gonna be spilled

Tsk tsk little red riding hood

You aren’t really all that good

You should have known I’d come

This tale is about to be done…

Poem by me…..

Forest Fairy…

“In my dreams

I’m surrounded by beautiful, beautiful green

I lay down on the forest floor

I feel the pines on my skin

God if I could just do this everyday

I’d have no complaints to say

I dream I’m gazing up at the clouds

And I know I want to live this life Loud

I want to spread the message

That this is how we should live our life

No more bad days, no more anger

No more lies

Just peace, breathing in and out

The crisp air making me feel alive

Tracing the bark of the tree with my fingertips

Feel all the different patterns and all it’s scars

Running the dandelions on my chin

Like we used to do when we were kids

Smelling the wildflowers

Blocking my eyes from the sun

That one beam of light that reached the forest floor

It’s where the old me transforms

And I see everything clearly

And I know life can be more…”

Poem by me…