Is Bigfoot Real?

[tasteyourthighs]

Yes

Saw one in Montana as we were playing hide and seek. There were 5 of us kids in the trailer park and we watched it as it watched us. Then it walked through the night lite bt the school and was brown and huge. Never forget that. My dog was freaking and barking and we were all frozen stiff. Back in 76.

 

[oralaccents]

Saw one in Montana as we were playing hide and seek. There were 5 of us kids in the trailer park and we watched it as it watched us. Then it walked through the night lite bt the school and was brown and huge. Never forget that. My dog was freaking and barking and we were all frozen stiff. Back in 76.

Trailer park? Brown and large? Sounds like a Zumi sighting.

 

[SnowGyrl]

I believe there could be a creature close to what we consider to be Bigfoot.

 

[DooleyDarter]

Shaq has big feet

 

[oddity83]

Maybe there is a spectrum of reality.

That would explain so much.

 

[CandiCame]

Everything dies. The lack of a body seems to be an indication that they aren't real.

I kinda feel like if they can cook, they can bury their dead. When did humans start burying the dead? That would explain why we don't find bones and shit.

Again, I'm not saying that's a thing, I'm just saying that it took a long time to find some of the other great apes.

 

[lovetoread]

yes...

 

[IrezumiKiss]

Is it true what they say about that?

The fantasies of a late sixty-something male loser lifer on an erotica board? Sky's the limit!

http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxpj6grFIe1qcaomb.gif

 

[CandiCame]

Jane Goodall, who is my go-to ape scientist in my brain, weighs in on Bigfoot:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ukvQfUlAog

 

[oggbashan]

I have big feet.

So do I.

Am I real?

 

[astuffedshirt_perv]

I live in the Pacific Northwest, the epicenter of Sasquatch sightings. I've been exploring the backwoods 'round these parts for over 13 lustrums and I have NEVER found sign of or seen one of those elusive beings...

Comshaw

Have you ever seen a mountain lion? Further, have you ever seen a mountain lion corpse (not after you shot it) Assume BF is like an order of magnitude more rare. A group of 30 inbred apes deep in the woods...

 

[SissySalina]

Of course Bigfoot is real, he drives an Uber in NYC.

 

[PaxNurgle]

I saw a guy with pretty big feet once. So does that count?

But if you are referring to some eight foot + big hairy ape, then no. Is it real? I honestly don't know.

 

[SpeareChucker]

I find the number of yeses and maybes to be shockingly high.



I'm assuming that extraterrestrials and fairies would also rate high.

Maybe this topic is just too sexy for the over-imaginative to not want to be true...

 

[Que]

I was thinking that as well. Two and a half times the number of people who realize that this is impossible think that it is possible.

God has a larger evidentiary footprint than bigfoot. I doubt he polls as high.

Has belief in astrology surpassed religion yet?

I think most people if they don't believe at least choose to suspend disbelief over something fantastical. It's curious how wide-ranging that something is.

 

[SpeareChucker]

And yes, I have seen mountain lions.

Very close up and personal...

Not dead though.

 

[oralaccents]

So do I.

Am I real?

About 70% of Americans say yes or maybe.

For all i know the guy in your av was posted by his first ex wife. He did well in north sea natgas control software, she never worked and she hates that wife 2 gets a new merc every year and she has to settle with an audi every 3 and not even a garage in the townhome.

 

[Dribble]

Have you ever seen a mountain lion? Further, have you ever seen a mountain lion corpse (not after you shot it) Assume BF is like an order of magnitude more rare. A group of 30 inbred apes deep in the woods...

Yes.

Yes again. It isn't hard if you know where to look even though decomposition of all animals in the wild is much quicker than I expected

 

[SpeareChucker]

If you think about it, this is one of the basic problems that they teach in pre-med physics.

To support the size/weight of Bigfoot would require huge, thick bones such as the femur.

That is not going to decompose overnight...

 

[cleaver]

i could tell a story
of a roadtrip - years ago
in the parched august foothills of the western sierra...
of a rather good steak at a rather shitty saloon

and of meeting a rather strange man
a stool or so over
who...

i was drinking bourbon with the steak;
and a somewhat local - piney-as-fuck ipa
as i idly no---tiiii...ced ...
(then more blatantly so - as bourbon encourages one to do)
dangling...
just below the short sleeve of a sun-leathered arm....
the tattooed
hairy lower legs and big fucking feet of...

"yeah...that's the squatch..."

the bourbon'd betrayed me.
he'd caught me cow eyed.

"hunh...? hmmmm...."

he tugged at the sleeve
revealing in all its reddened leather-bound glory
a distended, somewhat skinnier than i thought,
hairy shag of a thing
whose wookie eyes
seemed to be looking right back at me
with a kind of smirk
that...
either acknowledged the joke of it
or...

" you know, i've seen it... twice confirmed. 'least nine times more, more than likely."

i slowly took all of the guy in.
ohhhh yeahhhhh.

he nodded at the bartender - who set a fresh bourbon and beer before me.
i hadn't uhhh...
i caught a sideways glance from the keep that told me to...

what the fuck. "sasquatch, hunh?"

it wasn't just the tattoo.

he wore a makeshift bigfoot outfit...
rumpled leather vest
festooned with a flock of gold and silver pins i couldn't possibly read
except for a distinctive set of squatch shapes
and his tee shirt - none too new
showed the thing up close
somewhere in the woods...
fuck... somewhere near here...

"fish camp, california 1986"

so, about twenty miles or so up the road...
and about... thirty or so years back...

the guy was weathered, but not dirty.
longish greying hair pulled back in a tail...

i readily sussed that me and the steak and the bourbon were probably safe...
at least for the part of the night they'd be working...
i'd play.

"u'm jerry," he extended his hand...

why not.
"nice to meet you..." i told him my name and we shook. "ok, so...?" i kind of gestured at his get up...

"i've been chasing the squatch since '77 - when me and my girl then, come face to face with a pair when we were uhhh - camping-out..."

"really?"

jerry was all in...
his was a world; had always been a world full of skeptics.
he nodded.
totally earnest.

"a pair?"

i'd cruised past that vaguely familial corner
where an impending conversation was either going to be
uncomfortable or uncomfortably enjoyable
depending on your state of mind
and whatever the hell else was pending
and...

there was nothing else even remotely going on,
there was still more than half a rather good steak
and bourbon - more bourbon -
nothing to do but listen, and...

hazy curiosity outweighed any inclination to...
pull a squeamish mark's rip cord.

i mean... clearly a loony but... "y'all saw... a pair?"

"yeah. my girl screamed like a motherfucker..." he laughed, "...and jumped over to put her clothes back on... and they run off... but they were sasquatch, no doubt. nothing looks like that - and pairs of 'em, just like that are...."

"wait a minute..."

so... a pair of hippies out in the woods
enjoying the bounties of nature and each other...

the crazy porn of it crackled through my mind's eye;
noisy, earthy, sweaty coitus interruptus - when a couple of...

funny when you're thinking on top of what you're thinking
and it all adds tantalizingly up - but for the sasquatch part...

"booze? weed? i mean...?"

"little of both. not gonna lie to you. but i was navy. 15 years on sonar. i know how to see what i see and we saw what we saw
and she'll tell you the same to this day, though we're not together no more..."

i looked up at the barkeep who also nodded a 'no shit'. "yeah. jerry's known around here. you should see his truck."

i laughed... "yeah! come see my special vay-yan?" - in a voice straight from saturday morning tv...

"noooo, mannn!" he took the joke. "i've got a rig set up to go out - find and record the things once i get back near 'em"

"there's go-pros on uhhhhh..."

"...motion sensors"

"...he's got lights all around the truck pointing out...."

"...and now," to the bartender, "... a navy buddy'n i are setting up a freaking flir system'll be done by the fall...!"

this
was
a trip. "night vision, really?"

"...artificial light spooks 'em... but i've got a lot of audio... if you know what you're listening for... more'n fifty hours worth of sound... it's recorded and verified."

"yeah. jerry's legit. been doing this for years. that's what he does."

there was a raucous half-hearted cheer at the other end of the bar...
fucking 49ers preseason game against the raiders.
somebody who was a nobody'd just done something on the screen...

"take a look on your way out. truck's out front. all set up to take people out on... expeditions..."

"hmmmmm..."

jerry wore a long gold chain around his neck.
at the end hung a large animal tooth and a small capped vial containing reddish black hair.

"that's uhhhh...?"

"the tooth's a bear's - when i found it i thought maybe..., but the hairs...?"

"yeah?"

"the hairs have been run; both independent - and now we got the fbi to run 'em... and... they ain't nothing anybody's seen."

"come on...."

the bartender. "you seen the monster hunters on tv?"

"monster quest"

"oh, right...jerry's been on two of the shows.... with uhhh..."

"...avalos and buller and walls and butch young... some of those guys are in it for the ce-leb-rity," he half spit the word,"... but we all know each other..."

"i uhhhhh," i finished the beer and the bartender moved towards the cooler. "no. nahhhh... the bourbon's doing me fine. some water though..."

if there were such a thing as a steve irwin of sasquatch,
he was right here at a bar with me...
a verifiable sighting.
with a bit of intellectual self-restraint and time...

he had a story to tell.
and for two and a half hours
we bought each other, and the bartender, a bunch of good stiff drinks
and i listened...

'bout trips across the northwest, canada... north carolina - which is a 'hotspot'... arkansas, florida...
the various groups also tracking the creatures... some legit... some not.
his second, confirmed sighting about 10 years back
and how he now makes a modest living - doing what has taken hold of him...

i could go on with the story.
i could.
but i've never seen one of the creatures, me.

though i was told that they've been seen in all the states but one...
i can't remember which.
they're in asia and were once in europe - but not anymore "cuz most of the habitat's been cut down..."
south america and australia...
and of course all up in the sierra and the pacific northwest;
all around the world...

i checked up on it later...

the yeti, albatwitchie, baiban-guli, sasquatch, chiye-tanka, loup-garou, doolagahi, momo, gerendel, old hairy bill, gugu, honey island swamp monster, opie, jacko, ucumar, jimbra... bigfoot - a bunch more...

was told story of how they live in small family groups
and remain entirely remote...
because they fully understand what man can and will do;
and they also "feel extremely pressured by their habitat being closed in about them..."

i was told first hand...
all of this.
a lot more in fact...
which i don't know if i believe now,
but at the time, made like i did, to hear more...
and drink more...
and share a side story or two off the main one...

in a rather forgotten sierra foothill town
that would probably have rather kept finding gold
than entertaining the gold
out of a passing stranger or two.

and truly... that's not fair.

my bar bill
with a rather good steak dinner
and a lot of drinks
came out to a little under 40 bucks...
which was not even close to right...
and jerry actually gave me one of the gold vest pins;
turns out, he sells along the way.
the bar keep, who by the end had taken a stool with us,
got a 40 buck tip...
least i could do.
i kinda hope they split it....

probably the deal.

no. i dunno.
i figure, all in all
i made out pretty well that night off of the bigfoot...
been on far worse nights out.
no reason to not believe...
and the hair in the vial's gotta mean something, right?

 

[Que]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=j65jhGZUJv8

Joe Rogan joke on Bigfoot believers at 7:46

 

[cleaver]

oh....
i don't need to be joked on...
and if the joke wasn't good enough for mencia to steal...

fuck it.
there's a hairy bastard out there til we don't find none no more...
i seen the damned movie!

 

[Luk]

Everything dies. The lack of a body seems to be an indication that they aren't real.

This. The end.

 

[cleaver]

This. The end.

the fuck!
they're social animals...

you don't see where elephants die, now....
now, do ya?

they stink like hell.
nobody wants to go there.

you're just a liar!

 

[cleaver]

and....

socialism