Op Ed

Hello everyone and Good Labor Day to all of you! In order for me to adequately continue in my North Florida River Swamp investigations for my "hairy friends" down here, I must first establish a camp HQ. Since I have been accepted into the USFS Host Camper Program late last month, a volunteer spot that allows me to set up a camper trailer in a designated Federal campground, I have been making ready our small trailer for this task. The first order of business was to replace the worn out tires and repack the bearings on the old camper trailer before it could travel to my house for a complete refit. With that accomplished last weekend, we towed the Phonex camper trailer to my house yesterday where it is resting in my yard now. The real work now begins as there are a great number of things that need to be repaired, replaced, and cleaned up in order for the camper to be ready for it's final journey into the campground (hopefully within the next two weeks). I will be sharing this camp spot with another couple from Ohio who come down every year and stay through the winter until late spring.

I'm not going to bore you with all the bloody details of trailer repairs, but, rather, tell you what I am planning to do once the camper is set in place down in the NF/WMA campsite. Once I have moved into the neighborhood, I need to establish if my "friends" are still in the area. Of course, I must do this (and all other BF things) very quietly so as not to disturb the balance with the USFS or my Ohio neighbors. Until I get to know my trailer neighbors in camp, I cannot risk them having knowledge of what my real intentions are in this spot! Anyway, once I establish that the "Locals" are in the area, I can begin with my planned methods of attracting them into a closer cohabitation with me. My activity calendar is set up such that I have several methodologies in my favor to accomplish this mission. A boat survey of the river area is one of the things that must be done right away. Then, a swamp survey shall be undertaken to try and find the source of their existence in this area. Finally, a forest service road survey will be taken to ascertain any activity in the surrounding NF and WMA locations.

My group has selected seven areas to be studied during this initial phase of operations. Several of these areas are very close to the established camp site. Two of these areas are defined as "Wilderness" by the USFS within the boundaries of this vast 650,000-acre WMA! Unless our survey data dictates otherwise, the vast majority of my time will be spent searching the river and swamp areas, near the campsite, where past evidence has shown that these beings are active during the fall and winter months. One recent measure that we have undertaken is to do an area check using Google Earth to find any well worn trails made by these Big Guys that approach the campground. My mentor has already taken that first step for me and advised me that there are several huge trails observed coming out of the forest into the campground and going back into the swamp! A ground search shall be undertaken as soon as possible to find this sighted "nature" trail and gather any evidence possible once the campsite has been secured. A river research project is being planned for the end of this month, after the camper is in place, to follow up on our investigation from the March adventure written about earlier. Forest Service road surveys will begin next week with the designated "Wilderness Area" first on the list. This area is surrounded by roadway access and must be driven around in it's entirity to check for signs of "wildlife".

Once all the preliminary processes of investigations have been completed, I shall make ready to follow up on all evidence collected that would lead to the habitation with any of these beings. As soon as "contact" has been made with any of these creatures, I will notify NESRA and extend an open invitation to any full member wishing to plan a visit down here with me! As I proceed through the various stages of development with this research endeavor, I shall keep all informed through this blog and on line with the forum, as I deem appropriate.

Before the BFRO report was initiated about my California BF sighting, before I joined NESRA, before the account of my last "flash sighting" on that river island in Georgia, I had a most humbling experience that set me to thinking about just how easy it is to become lost in a swamp. Oh, I used to think I was such the woodsman. Yeah, I've been lost before and found my way out dozens of times. Sure, right, but never like this. Funny things go through your mind during a time when you suddenly realize you are completely LOST and cannot find your way out of a situation.

Actually, it was quite an unassuming day. My oldest son, Bobby, and I had launched our 16-foot Ghoenoe boat at the last landing way up on Lake Seminole, Georgia, and had motored out into the river headed upstream for a hog and deer hunting expedition at the crack of daylight. High hopes fed currents of conceited successes in our minds as we traveled rapidly up the river to a secret spot located inside a small creek mouth where we could hide the boat from the prying eyes of other hunters. Bobby had already killed several hogs and a deer out of this cherish spot and I just knew my attempts to finally kill a nice eating hog would be no problem today.

The weather had turned out to be rather pleasant as a morning cold snap sent the temperatures plunging down into the mid-thirties with a good batch of overhead clouds moving in that seemed to set us into a good mood. As we parked the boat inside this little creek and prepared to split up for a mornings hunt, Bobby slung his backpack on, grabbed the rifle, and headed out into the swamp to his left. I sat in the boat for a few minutes waiting for him to disappear into the swampy mess of vegetation. After about 10 minutes, I eased out of the boat and stood on the banks of this small creek contemplating my next move.

My clothing for the day consisted of some BDU camo pants, a camo tee-shirt, a long sleeve BDU shirt, and a hunter orange vest that fit over the top of it. My headgear was a camo BDU floppy hat, a pair of 8" hiking boots, and a pair of cotton socks. In the left rear pocket of my pants I always carry a red hankerchef and a small folding knife; in my right rear pocket I carry a camo hunting wallet with licenses, ID, and a dollar bill; in my right front pocket I carry some loose change, and in my left front pocket I carry a pocket watch on a chain attached to my black 2" belt that fits around my waist. Also, I wear glasses.

It was then that I made one of the most simple, stupid mistakes of my entire hunting career. I walked away from the boat up into the dry creek bed without my backpack. I had only the small .32 caliber Winchester carbine, a .44 caliber S&W handgun, part of a pack of cigarettes (I actually smoked back in those days), a lighter, and a pocket compass with me. "I'll just go up this little creek a few hundred yards and check for sign", I recall telling myself. Oops!

Here is what I was missing within my backpack: A 5-watt radio with communication to my son; an emergency space blanket packet; some basic survival fishing items (10#-test monofilament line, small & medium sized hooks, a few small bobbers, some split shot, a couple of small sized egg-sinkers, and a pair of pliers; a USMC Kabar knife; a container full of waterproof matches & some instant fire starter kindling; a complete MRE; a small canteen of water; a rain poncho; spare ammo for the carbine and pistol; a GPS unit; an extra pair of socks; and, a long sleeve camo tee shirt.

After I walked up the small dry creek bed away from the boat, I crossed over into the swamp for about 100-yards following a fresh hog track hoping to come upon this wandering rooter. It was not to be. Soon after following the hog track, I sat down next to a big oak tree and smoked a phewy cigarette. When I stood up again, I removed the compass from my shirt pocket and took a look at the northern needle direction while I held the carbine close across my chest. I knew from before leaving the boat, that the landing was due west, so I figured I would just amble along back in that direction to the little dry creek bed and follow it to the boat. Oh, Oh, Reggie headed out in the wrong direction.

Big dummy Reggie placed the carbine across my chest and put the compass near it to obtain a directional reading. The metal in the carbine skewered the true direction, causing me to wander off in a north-easterly direction, instead of back in the western direction where the boat was located. OUCH! So, away north and east I went, plodding along still hunting, thinking I was tracking back to the river. I was following some fresh hog tracks that led away from the dry creek bed and I allowed that to occupy my mind instead of payingattention to the direction I was traveling.

About 30-minutes into the hunting episode, it began to dawn on my dim, dinosouric mind, that I was NOT going to the river where the boat was located. So, I did the "smart thing" and continued on hunting for another hour only to find out I was really LOST. When the startling thought finally enterred my mind that I was good and lost, I sat down by a big oak tree and smoked a few cigarettes trying to figure a way out of my predicament. Admitting that one is lost is the first step towards resolving the crises. Being lost in miles of dim, damp swampland is not a good thing.

First order of business was to remain calm. People who panic and start racing around mindlessly usually tire themselves out both mentally and physically. I had one major medical problem that might spell the difference to my survival. I am a Type 2 Diabetic. That meant I take medication, twice a day, to keep the blood sugars at bay, and I had only taken the morning dose. Then, I had a major physical problem. In my late 50's (then), I was not in the best of shape to play survivalist amongst the changing envirenments that Mother Nature throws at you! And, let's not forget that Mr. Brainy Smerf here had forgotten to bring along his backpack. Yep, I really screwed up this time.

I had made a monumentous mistake with compass directions, I stood up and shot a true compass reading well away from anything metal, like the ding-dong carbine! I estimated that the river lay west of where I was at this time, but I was not completely convinced about where I was, either. Having wandered around mindlessly for the past hour, I actually didn't know where the hell I was, except I was in a hell of a fix right now. I decided to follow an old rule for getting lost = fire my weapon three times and await a response.

So, I pulled out the .44 revolver and fired it three times. No response. In another minute, I fired the revolver three more times. No response. Well, other than hurting my ears and wasting six precious rounds of ammo, I had not resolved a darn thing, other than running off any game animals around me for hundreds of yards! Then, I prayed. Somebody must have heard my pitiful plea because about five minutes right after the prayer session I heard the faint sound of an outboard motor way down to the south of my current position. Ah, now I knew where the river was, and knowing where the true postion of where the river was meant I would eventually get rescued. This was the first big break that I was to recieve in an otherwise receedingly downward spiral of bad circumstances.

I gathered myself together and started off in a southwestern direction in hopes of bisecting the river at some point. It was early afternoon now. Then, it started to rain. Oh joys, and it was a good soaking rain, too. Luckily, it was not a cold, soaking rain. But, this rain did spell trouble for me when it came time to find some dry fire making materials if I had to spend the night in the swamp. As I trudged along in the rain, I looked up to see a big buck standing amid a clump of palmetto bushes about 50-yards away from me. Slowly I raised the carbine to my shoulder, pulled back the hammer, and sighted in on his front shoulder. To shoot or not to shoot?

I did not shoot the buck! Why? Because I was lost, not quite sure where I was in reference to the river, and I had no time to be cleaning a deer right now. My time would be better spent finding the river and, then, locating a high point on a river bluff to overlook a large section of the river for any boat traffic. I had concluded that my best opportunity to be rescued was to prepare a camp to spend the night, if necessary, until I could be found! Of course, I had to find the river first. As I struggled along, resting many times in order to preserve energy, I suddenly became very thirsty. Okay, now what. My canteen was in my backpack at the boat, God knows whre, so what to do.

I solved the being thirsty problem in a unique way - one born out of both despiration and inginuity. As I forgot to tell you earlier, I had fired the .32 carbine three times, in addition to the .44 magnum pistol, in an effort to become located. So, I had three .32 caliber empty cartridges that I saved for whatever reason now became apparent. It had started to rain, not a heavy down pour, but a "soaking" rain. The rain continued for about an hour and completely wet the trees and the ground cover (including the potential fire making wood sources). Suddenly it dawned on my dim mind that I could take the empty cartridge shell, stick it under a big leaf from a tree, and collect enough water to drink and quinch my thirst!

Then, in the distance, down towards my left, I heard the sound of a boat motor going down the river. Yipee, now I knew exactly where the river was and realized that upon finding the river, I could then locate the high ground, and wait for rescue! What a lucky break. I carefully walked to the river, crossed a dry creek bed, and rested upon a hig bluff overlooking the river itself. This is where I would make my stand until found by the certain to be launched rescue efforts. Besides, my plan also included the fact that IF a boat came up or down the river, I would cut loose with a few shots from the pistol and someone would rescue me at that time. Well, it didn't happen that way, but the thought of such kept my hopes up. And, a lost puke like me., that has hope, will stay alive until found - sometime or other!

My next matter of survival became finding a food source (because the shell cartridge, filled with leaf run off water, took care of the most basic need). And, making a fire in case I had to spend the night. First, I dug around my immediate area and found enough dry moss, leaves, and small twigs under the wet ground, to get a fire started before dark (which was rapidly approaching - about an hour away). Next, I found some huge bug larvae inside a rotten log that I knew from USMC survival school would sustain me until a more delicious meal could be acquired. But, I'de hold off on eating the larvae until the last moment! Near dark I was just building the fire (actually considering eating the larvae) and started to light it with my cigarette lighter when I heard the distinct sound of an emergency siren located back behind me away from the river.

Man, that was music to my ears. I fired off three shots with the .32 carbine (the hell with the pistol as the carbine sounds carry a lot further). Right away a man shouted out "hello" about 100-yards away (I'm glad I aimed the gun up in the air). I almost said, "yes Lord"! No, I really said something like "over here"...with a few unmentionable cuss words in there, I'm sure. The man told me to come on over to him as we were going to go out the way behind him to the road. Oh, that is going to make me mad...the road was actually only 1/2-mile away on private property.

I greeted the gentleman (I wanted to kiss him but I didn't...I would had if it been a woman) and we walked out to his truck about half-a-mile out of the dismal swamp! He told me that the boat I had heard earlier in the day had been my son, Bobby, who realized "Pops was lost" when he came back to the boat and found all my gear there and no me! Of course, he never heard any of the shots (nor did I hear any of his shots that he fired before he left in the boat to initiate a rescue)...go figure. Bobby had called in everyone but the Marines, including the helo and the dog squad, sheriff, and the Highway Patrol. As I'm riding down the road going to the landing, I see all these rescue people and started waving at them like the lost idiot that I was. Boy did I feel like a Pinhead!

Back at the landing, there were both my sons, a dozen boats, with fish & game and other law enforcement rescue people, rescue dogs, and the helo on the way. You know I went around and greeted everybody to tell them how much I appreciated them coming out to rescue my sorry ass! Life lesson number whatever: Get a grip, take your stuff with you from now on, or stay home (catch up on my fishing?)!
Revised 7/30/09.

In the course of my quest to find the southern Skunk Ape this winter, I decided to take a few days off and detour away from my secret river island searches. In effect, I wanted to do some deer hunting with my oldest son, Bobby, and my very close friend, Gene. Funny things can happen to those of us that get too close to nature.

The weekend of Sept 26th - 28th, what a great weekend this was! I was at the 2008 East Coast Bigfoot Conference in Jeannette, PA on Sept 27th where I finally had a chance to meet many of the people I have been talking to online on a regular basis.

Update: Questions to be Answered on The Gray Area Radio Show Wed., 8/27/08; 8:45pm EDT

posted 8/24/08

We are monitoring this story and developments closely and will be posting updates here as the story develops.

Well, anyone who's interested in the phenomena that is the Sasquatch has heard the final resolution of the "We got a dead Bigfoot in the freezer" debacle. A suit in a block of ice.

Now, let me say first of all, I was born at night, but not last night. Still, I'll admit that I was hopeful that the Georgia boys did indeed find a carcass and that we had the definitive proof that we've been wanting. Not a video, not a picture, not some errant audio, but a real live (well ok, dead) Sasquatch. I could almost picture the scientific community sitting down to a nice meal of crow. But alas, twas not to be.

Again, we've been sold a bill of goods. The Georgia boys tried a fast one. As far as Mr Biscardi goes, I shall now refer to him as the Pied Piper of Bulls@#t and Baloney. I'm sorry Mr. Biscardi, but it's like they say, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.

Anyone who knows me, and ok, most of you don't, know that I don't usually get into bashing people. The way I look at it, everybody sucks in their own special way, some less than others of course. So who am I to point fingers at anyone? But. In this case, I have to take exception with Mr. Biscardi and his actions in this particular episode of the "they dun took advantage of me" chronicles.

It's been said by a couple of folks that Mr. Biscardi claimed to have poked and prodded the damn thing and was convinced enough to show up on Fox news and claim its authenticity, and now he plays the role of the put-upon, taken-advantage-of, woe-is-me, sad character from some Shakespearean tragedy. Yeah, ok, maybe Shakespearean tragedy is a bit much, but if your gonna go, go big I say.

But honestly. Not like it was easy for folks in the community before, but now? Are we to be reminded of this any time we might bring up the subject to anyone outside of the Sasquatch family? "Ahhh, you believe in Sasquatch eh? Well, what about those fellas that said they had a dead Bigfoot, and it turned out to be a costume in a block of ice?" Is that to be your legacy Mr. Biscardi?
I'm willing to give folks the benefit of the doubt, but truly, if you told me, Mr. Biscardi, that it was daytme out, I'd still wanna go look out the window and check.

All I can say to you Tom, is next time, verify before you make any grand announcements. People lie, and when money is thrown into the mix, well, let's just say, you get what you pay for.

Recently, I was reading some comments about the new show MonsterQuest on the History channel. If you go to the History channel website, they have a short clip about the upcoming Sasquatch show. In this clip, they show the host(?) on camera and at one point something throws a rock in his general direction. Now, in reading the comments about this clip, someone mentioned that the whole thing was probably made up just for the show, to spice things up perhaps. Rick Noll is shown in this clip. So I guess that means he's in on the hoax? Or the stunt? Or whatever you choose to call it?
That got me thnking, is there anyone widely accepted in the Sasquatch collaborative (we can't use the term community anymore I guess) that is widely trusted and held in esteem?

Lets, see, Rick Noll is out, he MIGHT have been involved in some sort of machinations involving rock-throwing for a tv show.
Jeff Meldrum is involved in this show as well, so musta been in on it, so he's out too.
The BFRO is (allegedly) only in it for the money, so their out.
We here as NESRA have been accused of only being in it for the money, I seem to recall seeing the term NE$RA used, so we're out. We also failed to stand up for a couple of our junior members when they had a sighting (although none of us were there, so I don't see how we can vouch for their sighting, but we won't consider that)
SRI is a bunch of meanies, so their out.
Tom Biscardi is an opportunist (and a hoaxer, allegedly) and is only in it for the money, so he's out.
The Bigfoot Forums is populated with mean people and folks who question everything, so their out.
Steve Kulls has been associated with Biscardi, so he's out.
Loren Coleman is only in it for the money and fame, so he's out.
Craig Woolheater writes for Cryptomundo, which is also associated with Loren Coleman, so he's out.
Doug Hajicek is involved with the new MonsterQuest Sasquatch episode, where a rock was thrown to allegedly make the show better, so he's out.
Doug Hajicek was involved with Sasquatch: Legend Meets Science, so any person or group associated with that, is out.
Jeff Meldrum's book Sasquatch:Legend Meets Science is the companion piece to the documentary of the same name, so, becasue Mr. Hajicek was involved with the MonsterQuest Sasquatch episode where a rock was allegedly thrown to boost the ratings, I'm afraid Dr. Meldrums book is out.
Anyone who agrees with any of the above named people, or groups or websites, or forums, is out.
Anybody who's read Dr. Meldrums book is out. Cause he was invloved in the MonsterQuest tv show, where a rock was thrown as an alleged attempt to make the show more exciting.
The GCBRO is out, cause they seem to be of the attitude that one should be killed.
Any person, group, forum member, website, or entity that agrees that one should be killed is out.
Anyone who's ever made a mistake in the field is out, cause that's just not good science.
Anyone who's ever listened to a radio show that's hosted any of the above named people, groups, forums, websites, or entities, is out.
Any host, or anyone associated with any radio show that's hosted any of the above named people, groups, forums, or entities, is out, cause you must BE IN ON IT!
Anyone who doesn't know what every sound in the woods is immediately, is out.
Anyone who's ever mentioned something on a forum or website, and has then been accused of associating it with Sasquatch just BECAUSE they mentioned it on a fourm or website, even if they didn't mean to, is out.
Anyone who's ever made a spelling or grammatical error in a post, or has mistyped something on a website, is out.
Anyone who only wants to read ABOUT Sasquatch, but doesn't care to look for one, is out.
Anyone who lives in an area that's not a known Sasquatch hotbed of activity; and this includes folks from other countries as well; is out.
Anyone trying to have fun while doing this type of thing, is out.
Anyone who doesn't have the nature skills of Daniel Boone, is out.
Anyone coming up with a new theory or idea, is out.
Any group, or person, or website, that sells Sasquatch related paraphernalia to fund the group, or themselves, or the website, is out.
Any group, or person who uses the equipment they have, instead of the latest technology, is out.
Anyone who visits paranormal websites that contain content that includes UFO's, ghosts, or any other paranormal things, but also has a separate section for the Sasquatch phenomena, is out.
Anyone who's ever read a work of fiction about the Sasquatch, or has watched a movie that contains anything fictional about the Sasquatch is out.

I think I pretty much covered it all. It's kinda like that Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon game really. Anything listed above can be connected to anyone or anything in the Sasquatch collective. So, with that being said, GO FORTH AND ENJOY!!!

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody there?!

So many times in this field, I see researchers bumping heads over methodology and beliefs on the creature.

Recently I saw a couple of researchers become slightly nasty with one another over a snide remark made by one. And it was snide.

Researchers should never expect to agree with each other 100% of the time. I do not. And I always respect another's opinion even if I do not agree with it.

As researchers, until this creature is discovered, have to put all theories on the table, and rule them out one by one in the best scientific fashion possible.

If someone in light of all the scientific data collected fails to see the truth in the matter, unfortunately, has to be scrutinized closely. But then again, until the creature is found is all just a matter of opinion anyway.

Truth is there are alot of researchers out there, too worried what other researchers are doing and far less concerned with what they are doing to prove these creatures' existence.

Here at NESRA, none of these conditions exist. We all respect each others opinions, and a true team spirit is fostered. NESRA, is in the field quite often, actually more often than not.

I am greatly appreciative to be a member here, and for those popping in for the first time...come back and visit often. There are great things to come, I'm certainly sure.

"The Squatchdetective" Steve Kulls

It's mid-March and the new researching season is almost upon us. During the winter months alot of researchers spend their time indoors and online. It's a good time to catch up on what's going on in the Bigfoot community, and also a good time to read and perhaps come up with some new strategies for the coming season. Not to say that there isn't anyone out there working a spot, but the potentially cold and snowy weather, combining with the drop in sighting reports from the winter months, keeps many folks indoors.
I'm very much looking forward to spring. I plan on doing quite a bit more field-work than I have in the past. My first year in this endeavor was spent solely on reading and learning all I could about our hairy woodland friend, and although I by-no-means consider myself an expert, I think I have a good starting place on which to work from. The second year was a combination of field-work and armchair research. Now, coming into my third year, I'm going to concentrate more on field-work.
I've gone over all my gear. Added a few pieces. Even repacked my evidence bag. I have a couple spots in mind where I plan on doing some overnights. Should be a good year. Will I find anything? Gee, I hope so. But even if I don't, there's nothing bad about spending time afield.

How would Sasquatch survive winter - particularly in the northern climates of the northeast US, Canada, inter-mountain west and Canadian Rockies? This would undoubtedly require a high level of specialization.

It is a valid question, particularly since certain parts of these areas can reach sub-zero temperatures for days (if not weeks) at a time. Certainly, humans are the one primate that has adapted exceedingly well in habitating northern climes, but we are not the only such primate.

Consider the Japanese Macaque. These monkeys are well-known for their cultural transmission behavior (young monkeys learn from their elders novel kinds of behaviors, from grooming techniques to food preparation) and for living farther north than any other primate except humans. Some 110,000 live in Japan, 7,000 of them in the cold, snowy alps of Honshu, where they have earned the moniker "snow monkey." These Macaques have developed very specialized social and semi-culutural behaviors, well suited to help them survive in these northern climates. The 'Snow Monkeys' can often be found at natural Alps hot springs in the winter, enjoying not only a natural 'jacuzzi' but leveraging a natural heat source to help maintain core body temperatures on particularly cold days.

Could Sasquatches be using specialized behaviors to survive the winter in the northern climates of North America? Undoubtedly, if they do indeed exist.

But what kind of behavior could enable them to survive the harsh, long winter? Migration is certainly possible and has been discussed often. How far they could migrate is the tough question and under what circumstances? For example, a local 'downhill' migration from mountainous regions in the middle and pacific northwest lattitudes would be pragmatic (animals moving down from 6-7,000 ft. levels to say 1-2,000 feet in the California Sierras to avoid snow and colder temps for instance.) But in many areas of the inter-mountain west, Midwest, Canadian Rockies and Great Lakes/Northeast, you will not find moderate temps nor nearly the eleveation level drops. If it is -15 degrees Farenheit at 2,000 ft. in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate NY, it may be a bit warmer at -3 degrees south at say an elevation of 250 feet along the Hudson River near Albany... warmer, but not warm by any means. And while it is possible that these creatures may make a significant migration south to warmer temperatures, why wouldn't we see more of them annually on specific migratory crossroad points of the east coast corridor, where such a migration would place them in much closer proximity to large population centers?

Certain researchers maintain that at least some form of local or regional migration is taking place in the Northeast. For example, author/researcher, Bill Brann, believes the ongoing, annual sightings in the Whitehall, NY area show spikes of frequency from the July - November period annually forming a cluster pattern, based on his thorough sightings data on the region. This would indicate more animals are traversing through this area during this timeframe. Yet, "why are they there?", "where did they come from?" and "where are they going?" remain the persistent unanswered questions. Annecdotal reports of harvest-time habitation adjacent to farm fields and foodstuffs may be part of the answer (as there have have been many reports indicating these animals will raid corn fields, apple orchards, etc.) Food availbility certainly has a marked effect on any animal's behavior, but is searching for food and nutrients for immediate consumption a bigfoot's only goal? Could they be 'gathering' foodstuffs as well? Could they be staying put and wintering-over with some special adaptive behavior like denning and pseudo-hibernation combined with foodstuff hording? Indeed, the hibernation discussion is inextricably linked to the 'hunter/gatherer' question, which is a prolific debate in and of itself.

Even so, many of us have scoffed at the idea of a winter-hibernating Bigfoot in the past, as no evidence of torporic behavior had ever been documented in any primate... until now.

Have a look at the recent findings on the Hibernating Lemurs of Madagascar.

With evidence of primate hibernation documented, the idea of a hibernating Bigfoot may now be a bit less far fetched in my opinion. What do you think?