trying to find a location...no cell service. truck overheating. weirdly placed branch.
(note to self: always take many many many gas cans when Bigfooting in the middle of nowhere....)
keep keys in ignition
prepare truck for quick getaway
trail cameras (put them high up so you don't get Bigfoot's knees)
be careful
keep an eye out
look for hand prints on windows
can't cast in moss
tree knocks
howls
rock clacks
watch for weird things
"What does a guy have to do to have an experience with a Sasquatch? I don't know. What am I doing wrong? Cause I'm just out here and I'm looking for it..."
(doing tree knocks) "I'm probably scaring the shit out of all those loggers. They probably think it's a Sasquatch, but it's just me."
a golden oldie. a 1970s teacher telling his class about Bigfoot, with a guest speaker who led an expedition of students in the 1950s....
not a chubby person in this movie.
It all happened two million years ago...
If you're a scientist and find a mummy in a cave...would your first thought be I need to find some boards and rope and haul this thing out of here? (mine would be photographing the location and contacting experts....but this dude was a scientist of sorts, so I guess he knew best, eh?)
so, they haul it out, put it in the back of truck,
and store it in a shed across two trunks draped in a protective layer of blankets. they then stand over the mummy and talk about their fantastic scientific find and hypothesize about how the mummy was created, what was the funky smoke and fumes that they let out of the cave, etc. and now the mummy is moving. Well, now, just Norman saw it, and you have to understand, he watches a lot of television.
they get back in the house, and one of our brave students needs a bottle of pop. The country store is open till 9 and it's only a 10 minute walk on that well-worn path through the orange grove. (oh, boy....)
"Wouldn't it be great to live in the country and see all the stars at night?" (well, yes, Sharon, it's just peachy keen.)
Oh boy.....he's window peeping. Bigfoot! Breaking and entering....murder.
Let's lure him out into an open field. Straw bales and little metal buckets of gasoline. Brave men drawing straws. Here is our Sheriff in sunglasses...he gets accosted by the creature, but does survive. They set Bigfoot on fire. he's not just Bigfoot. he's Mummy Bigfoot. and yeah, he did some window peeping, B&E and murder, but maybe he just needs a good lawyer. and of course he killed an innocent neighbor lady, not the jackasses who hauled him out of the cave and left him in a shed....
found this on google....
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The Badass Hall of Fame: Tom Slick, Millionaire Yeti Hunter
Our latest Badass Hall of Famer: the Texas millionaire who convinced Jimmy Stewart to smuggle Yeti bones to America.
By DEVIN FARACI Sep. 06, 2011
Tom Slick, Jr.: philanthropist, adventurer, peace advocate and traveler, Slick’s most fascinating contributions may be in the world of cryptozoology, thanks to his historic Nepalese missions in search of the Yeti.
Slick Jr went to Yale, and it was there that his interests in cryptozoology begins. In his book Tom Slick: True Life Encounters in Cryptozoology, Loren Coleman speculates that it was reading about the 1928 Roosevelt expedition that bagged the first giant panda in the 1920s that sparked Slick’s lifelong search for undiscovered species. Whatever the cause, Slick took the opportunity of a collegiate car tour of Europe as an excuse to stop off in Loch Ness and spend some time hunting for the elusive Nessie. (how cool was this man?)
Slick’s greatest adventures would be in Nepal on the hunt for the Yeti, e Waiwai tribe, living with them for two weeks before being rescued.
1956 was the same year Slick got serious about the Abominable Snowman. In his earlier trips to India he had heard stories about the ape man of the Himalaya mountains, and to Slick - a man who had once driven to Arkansas to buy a barnyard freak called a ‘hoat’ (seemingly half goat, half hog) that he had read about in the Ripley’s Believe It or Not comic and then unsuccessfully attempted to breed the monster with goats and hogs - this was too good to pass up. The New York Times in October 1956 ran an article about Slick in Nepal, armed with bloodhounds and a helicopter, but the local government put a stop to his expedition, demanding he be sponsored by ‘an organization of repute or the United States government.’
This wasn’t the only bureaucratic hassle Slick would hit in Nepal. In 1957 the government, worried about his expeditions bagging a Yeti, forbade foreigners from killing a Yeti. In 1959 a State Department memo made this the official position of the United States as well. You may have seen this memo popping up on websites over the weekend, but only Badass Digest presents the whole story behind it
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The story of the Yeti had first reached Westerners in the late 1890s, when explorers - who used to have to pose as religious pilgrims - began getting deep into Nepal. Yeti is the local name for the beast, and it basically means ‘bear of the rocky place.’ It’s also known locally as Meh-teh, which translates to ‘man bear.’
But the creature didn’t really hit the popular imagination until 1921, when the term Abominable Snowman entered the lexicon. The Everest Reconnaissance Expedition, led by Lieutenant-Colonel Charles Howard-Bury, found strange tracks in the snow. Howard-Bury thought they were wolf tracks that resembled humanoid footprints due to the beast’s gait, but his guides insisted that they were prints from ‘The Wild Man of the Snows.’ When the expedition returned, a journalist for the Calcutta Statesman interviewed the porters, who talked about ‘mehtoh,’ ie, the ‘man bear.’ He mistranslated mehtoh to mean ‘filthy,’ and coined the term ‘Abominable Snowman.’ Some later reports and legends have the Yeti being particularly stinky, but I suspect that’s the name coloring the sighting.
Anyway, the Yeti got especially popular in the 50s when Eric Shipton, attempting Everest, took the first pictures of Yeti tracks. Sir Edmund Hilary, in his successful 1953 attempt on the peak with Tenzing Norgay, came across strange tracks. Tracks - and even the creature itself - were regularly sighted as more and more Westerners took their shot at the tallest mountain in the world.
Slick got around Nepal’s new rules by getting a letter of assignment from the San Antonio Zoological Society. He headed up into the mountains, looking for any sign of the mythical beast. The trip bore some fruit, but most of it was conceptual; after spending lots of time talking with natives and showing them pictures of many sorts of animals (including artist renderings of Australopithecus), Slick came to the conclusion that there were two kinds of Yeti. One was about eight feet tall and black while the other was smaller, and reddish. He also photographed and made casts of some prints in the ground, as well as collected droppings and hair.
But this was to be Slick’s last trip to Nepal; while taking a bus up a steep mountainside the vehicle lost its brakes and began careening downhill. Everybody bailed and Slick landed hard on his knees. The injury, and the concerns of his mother (who was probably still wound up from him crashing in the jungle just a year earlier), kept him home from then on, and he only funded future expeditions.
The next expedition, in 1958, turned up some interesting artifacts in Tibetan lamaseries. The group photographed supposed Yeti scalps that were kept as relics, as well as a supposed Yeti hand. The Yeti hand was debunked by Slick himself, but the group came across another, more intriguing artifact: a mummified Yeti hand, something much harder to fake.
And so Tom Slick turned to Hollywood for help. The last expedition had been cofunded by another wealthy Texan, Kirk Johnson. Johnson, in turn, was good friends and a big game hunting partner with Jimmy Stewart - yes, the actor Jimmy Stewart - and Slick asked Stewart to help him get a hold of evidence from the mummified Yeti hand, which was at a monastery in Pangboche. One of Slick’s men stole the thumb bone and phalanx from the Pangboche hand, replaced them with human bones, and then handed the supposed Yeti parts to Jimmy Stewart, who smuggled them out of the country in his luggage.
Analysis of the bones have been inconclusive, with some thinking that the hand belongs to a Neanderthal. Later examinations of the Pangboche hand in person have ‘debunked’ it, but the debunking is based on the fact that the examiners were looking at a mutilated relic with hoax parts. No one knew about the smuggling of the bones until the 1980s, when Loren Coleman wrote the first biography of Tom Slick. The TV show Unsolved Mysteries did an analysis on some of the tissue on the hand and came up inconclusive, but the publicity from the program led to someone stealing the hand (completely this time) from the lamasery. A few years back WETA Workshop created a new hand based on existing photos and donated it to the lamasery, who had been seeing a serious decline in tourist revenue.
Unable to return to Nepal, Slick turned his attention to the American Yeti, the Sasquatch. He could head field expeditions himself in the Pacific Northwest, and he did, discovering many tracks and making many casts. Unfortunately most of his notes from this period have gone missing, possibly destroyed after his death by his family.
He also funded expeditions to search for the Orang Pendek, a small hairy cryptid sighted in Sumatra. Recent archeological discoveries in the area have shed interesting light on the Orang Pendek: a previously unknown species of humans called Homo floresiensis, nicknamed ‘hobbits,’ were living in the Indonesian archipelago as recently as 12,000 years ago. These small bipeds probably looked an awful lot like the Orang Pendek, who has been seen for hundreds of years.
When Slick first went to Nepal his intent was to kill a Yeti, much as the Roosevelts had killed the giant panda. But over time Slick began to realize that the animal deserved to live just as much as any human, and by the time he was searching for Bigfoot he was more interested in getting a photograph or capturing one than killing Sasquatch. And he changed the way the hunt for Yeti and Bigfoot happened when he began treating the beasts like real, intelligent animals who didn’t want to be seen or shot. Previous Yeti hunts had mostly been incidental to mountain climbing expeditions, and included 30 or more men, a huge group that would scare off most wildlife. Slick preferred to search in smaller, less obtrusive groups.
Tom Slick died in 1962 when his Beechcraft plane crashed in Montana. He was on his way to hunt in Canada, and possibly to do some Sasquatch searching as well. He was only 46 years old, and when Slick died so did his cryptozoological efforts. Even the Mind Science Foundation got a little less paranormal and a little more conventional in its consciousness research.
Tom Slick was the kind of eccentric millionaire we don’t see much anymore. He lived the life of a seeker and an adventurer; at one point Nicolas Cage was going to star in a fictionalized movie based on his life called Tom Slick: Monster Hunter. That film stalled out, but maybe somebody in Hollywood will take a look at the life of this remarkable man and see that he was the Indiana Jones of cryptozoologically minded oil millionaires.
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ok, first off, I wanna know how are you NOT sure of the date you saw Bigfoot???? Seriously. I would blog the hell out of that shit. put the anniversary of it on my phone calendar. I think that date would stick with you. put it in my xmas newsletter. tell it to everyone I ever knew or would meet. everyone.
"The best way for me to describe what I saw was the westbound end of an eastbound Sasquatch."
(I say SASquatch. some say SOSquatch.)
"At that point I had a chill go down my spine."
damn Bigfoot stole his stringer of fish. He'd had that stringer since he was a kid, Bigfoot.
and then you chased him back to his vehicle. I hope you're proud of yourself.
Dr, Ivan Sanderson has written a book. Tom Slick Expedition in the 50s.
Mountain Devil: The Search for Frank Peterson.
squatchdetective.com
squatch detective radio
"It's there. It really is."
BIGFOOT FEVER: seeing Bigfoots every time you turn around.
parking in the middle of nowhere in PA is apparently a good way to get the attention of a Bigfoot...
700 years ago a creature with big hands and big feet came in the night and stole away Indian children. They called him Stickman.
"I was uncomfortable."
A expert tracker and his wife driving around in a red VW Bug looking for Bigfoot....my idea of an all-American love story.
"...we all need a frontier to explore."
Bigfoot carry their dead thousands of miles to place them in glacier crevices in the Yukon.
Yukon Frida does sketches of Bigfoot seen in the area.
The spirit of the dead Eskimo mother came to the door of the cabin as Bigfoot and scratched on the door and chanted. they fled in terror. that night the village was destroyed by an ice floe.
Bigfoot always carried the bodies of men killed or lost in Artic winter to the edge of the nearest village to be buried by their own.
The shiny eyes of Bigfoot can be summoned by a special chant.
the sacred white raven is good luck and is favorable for Bigfoot encounters.
Bigfoot follows the geese migratory patterns.
Bigfoot eats tender shoots of swamp grass...(I kinda think Bigfoot would weave a basket to carry these home in....just saying....)
Not free on prime. (boo.) (hiss.)
so, I haven't watched this one. (yet).
Summaries
Percy Caldwell is in love with the school's most popular cheerleader, Madison, but his best friend Leonard doesn't think he stands a chance. After Percy rescues Madison from the unwanted attention of two bullies, they knock his bicycle off the road with their truck, and he ends up crashing in the forest. When he comes to, he is confronted by a new friend, Bigfoot, an eight-foot-tall creature, who has been displaced by a recent forest fire. Since his parents do not believe his story, Percy decides he has to look after Bigfoot. But when the two bullies stumble upon Bigfoots existence, they decide to capture him, take him back to their farm, and sell him to the highest bidder. Now its up to Percy, Leonard, and Madison to rescue Bigfoot and return him to his home.
—Anonymous
Zombie something and Cryptid something. The narration is very soothing. I fell asleep watching it last night and had to go to bed and finish the last 15 minutes or so today.
filmed in Kentucky.
"Well, here is a big ol' pile of poo, hard to say, it could be a bear. It sure is a big ol' pile."
tree breaks- palate on top of a log-unusually stacked rocks-
"It's kinda odd and stands out to some degree."
"I just wish I could find some Bigfoot stuff."
"That's pretty steep. Might not look it to ya'll but you go dragging 300 pounds up it it'll make you huff."
"...let's not discount all stick structures."
"...I know for sure it's 100% real."
"...just thankful of what time I got now..."
(knocks.)
(reply knocks.)
ok, I wonder, how do you know that Bigfoot is replying to your knocks (or howls, or rock clacks, or whoops) or just another Bigfoot researcher out of sight who thinks HE is communicating with a Bigfoot? you don't. and how do you know what you are communicating? what does 5 tree knocks really mean? or 3 whoops? or a long, low, mournful howl? Danger? Horny? Hungry? who the fuck knows what message you're unwittingly throwing out there.
"There is clearly enough evidence to conclude that Bigfoot is real."
"Dad, are we there yet?"
"It's Bigfoot!"
"I'll agree it's an animal but I'm not ready to jump on the Bigfoot bandwagon just yet." (Sheriff)
"I'll close the woods, but I'm not going to be known as the Sheriff who's hunting for Bigfoot. They'll run me out of this town." (Sheriff)
"Send a coroner and an ambulance and a shit load of body bags." (Sheriff)
Growl. Bigfoot got the Sheriff, right outside the bar.
"I told you! I told you it was Bigfoot!"
many witnesses have passed on or faded into obscurity.
Bones & Stones store.
"Don't get out of the car, Grandma."
Daniel Boone bragged of killing a 10' hairy giant.
in 1924 Albert Ostman claimed to be kidnapped by a family of Sasquatch.
first off: perfection. drinking. mullet. bar fights. good ol' boys. crooked mayor with Amish looking henchmen.
I loved the movie, plain and simple. I love Amazon.prime and the fact that they sent me a letter to remind me I had all these great free movies to watch! winner winner chicken dinner. but the bestest ever thing about this movie?
Terrence Evans (1934–2015)
Actor |
Terrence Evans was born on June 20, 1934 in Los Angeles, California, USA as Terrence Horace Evans. He was an actor, known for Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003) and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006). He was married to Heidi. He died on August 7, 2015 in Burbank, California.
Born: June 20, 1934 in Los Angeles, California, USA
Died: August 7, 2015 (age 81) in Burbank, California, USA
this guy. Uncle Edgar. (or Hector?) he reminded me of my dad. his speech, his mannerisms, his appearance. not that I could imagine my dad belly up to the bar, but I could see him checking out that big thing he saw down by the barn. this guy made my day. kind of like I got to hang out with dad for just a bit there.
"I just don't have that much time you know, between my job and wife and kids I don't have time to run around looking for some mythical creature."
you know, if it's your time, is being drug off and beat to death by Bigfoot really that bad a way to go? just sayin'....
episode 1: there must be a minimum of 4000 living breathing Bigfoots in North America. Bigfoot spotted near Springfield, MO. "I mean, when something comes up in my life like a new job or a new house or a big change in my life-I still have a weird dream about those Bigfoots out there in the woods looking at me." episode 2:
a man is investigating a family of 5 Bigfoots in southern Missouri.
episode 3: It is cool to be into Bigfoot.
Bigfootlunchclub.com Sasquatch Outpost & Museum in Bailey, Colorado. Bigfoot, Yowie, & Yeti Store in Denver,
Colorado. Armchair Researcher. (me!)
episode 4: Bigfoot Adventure Weekends at Salt Fork State Park in Ohio.
It really doesn't matter if Bigfoot, exists this is just fun.
episode 5: end of Season 1.
(exciting, powerful music) best thing about this was the closed captioning....
Bigfoot Books in Willow Creek, CA. murals. statues. Bigfoot is everywhere! motels. places to eat.
businesses. "You wanna be an honest investigator and hopefully not a diluted mythmaker." Willow Creek Bigfoot Days.
(I WANNA GO TO WILLOW CREEK, CALIFORNIA!)
and in spite of all this Bigfoot amazon prime mania, I worked all day, fed the dogs, put out trash, took a nap, planted the iris bulbs, and cleaned the floors. even made myself a bit o' supper. that,
my friends, is time management.
Deb Dailey is watching The Bigfoot Project.
Best. Bigfoot. Movie. Ever. (And the theme song???????)
a co-worker was telling me the granny of someone I know was driving down the highway (I took it as near Mt. Moriah)
and saw a hairy walking creature off in the field. Can you even imagine?
Muckman The Terror You Will Never Forget
a heartwarming tale of a shy swamp monster (looks like a cross between a Bigfoot and a giant octopus) who just wants to be left alone....the girl he saves from certain death,
and her announcing he doesn't exist so he'll be left alone in the swamp...I would like to think I'd make the same decision Billie did.
Skookum: The Hunt for Bigfoot
(it's not on amazon....sigh.)
Deep in the Louisiana swamp lives a legend. In the fall of 2013, the legend comes to life. Many have seen, some have heard, and none have forgotten: the giant hairy creature with glowing red eyes that locals refer to as the Beast of Bayou Dorcheat. When the long dormant Bigfoot monster seemingly begins a brutal reign of terror, a glamorous talk show host, Dr. Anna Rock, must leave her highly coveted position to search for her younger sister Megan, a Bigfoot researcher, in the swampy wilderness of northern Louisiana. She reluctantly enlists the aid of her former boyfriend and his father, two of the world's most respected Bigfoot research scientists, a Native American shaman, and Cajun swamp guide Gator Boudreaux. Separated from the others during the exhaustive search for Megan, Anna ends up alone in the swamp, with only the fading light of her cell phone to guide the way. Ultimately, she must confront her own worst nightmare to find her sister and provide the key to ending the massive carnage, and face down the most dangerous creature known to man.
—R. Glen Brannan
