Sorry, but no blog this week

Due to a major overhauling on my computer, there will not be a blog this weekend. I've got all my tools, (hammer, saws, a small sledgehammer, chizels, S.O.S, Braxo, disinfectant, sponges, mask and a few odds & ends, I've decided to get to what I've been putting off for quite some time. Now I know a lot of you will be disappointed, including me, but for a differant reason, meaning it's a dirty job but somebody's got to do it. Thanks for dropping by and we'll see you next weekend.
Bob C.

Many, many winters ago

"Hey Grandma, I figured I'd come over to see if you needed anything." "Why Lounga, how nice of you to come by and see me, but I really don't need a thing right now. You're such a good boy for thinking of me though." "Grandma, I'm all grown up now, I have seventeen winters!" "Yes honey, but at my age, you'll always be my little boy. Now sit down on one of these stumps and I'll fix you some water and some nice juicy grubs. I know they're your favorites and they're freshly dug."

"Grandma, I need to ask you something. A couple of weeks ago, I saw two of those creatures that Grandpa told me to stay away from. And I...say, these grubs ARE good, anyway, one of them pointed and put a small box up to it's face when it was looking at me. Did anything like that happen to you?"

"Well, let me think back a bit. Hmm, yes, I do recall something like that many, many winters ago. I was young then and I was on my way to meet your Grandpa. Course, he wasn't your Grandpa at the time, but I was sort of sweet on him at the time. We had plans to go to the monthly gathering of our kind and I was late and I didn't want him to worry, so I moved along best I could.

I knew a shortcut across an old creek bed. As I approached it, I also saw two of these creatures and they were on top of those animals that they ride with another animal trailing along behind. Silly isn't it? Creatures riding animals, hah! I don't think it's right that one kind of an animal should ride another kind of animal and that..."Grandma, you were talking about meeting the creatures?" "Huh? Oh yes, anyway, they saw me and then all heck broke out. I've seen these creature before and so as I walked, I watched them out of the corner of my eye. One hollered to the other and pointed and then his animal jumped up and then flopped over on him on the ground. The other tried to hold on to his animal and had to get off. The third animal that was trailing behind, well he just hightailed it out of there.

The one on the ground got out from under his animal and was trying to grab something from this thing that was tied around the middle of his animal. It turned out to be one of those small boxes that you said your creature had. he put this box up to his face and started to run in my direction. The other creature, now off of his animal, was coming toward me also and had a bang stick with him that he pointed at me, but then put it towards the ground. About now, I had had enough of their antics and I gave them one of my looks. You know, the one that says, I'm in a hurry and don't make me stop because if I do, someone was going to be very sorry! I walked on up a hill and further on sat down on a stump to see if they were following me. When I didn't see them, I then went to see Grandpa.

The next day, I brought Grandpa back to where this all happened and, sakes alive, there were the creatures again. We hid in some bushes and watch them awhile. They were pouring stuff into my footprints and after sitting on some stumps for a time, they'd take the stuff out of the footprints and take them away. Now, whatever for, I have no idea. I tell you Lounga, they are the strangest creatures that I ever did see and Grandpa is right, stay away from them." "Okay Grandma, thanks for telling me that story. I thought maybe that it was just me they do that to. I have to go now, but you know what? You still remember that time, but I'll bet that incident has been forgotten many, many winters ago by them creatures and their kind!"

"Okay Lounga dear, make sure you come back real soon and tell your sister that Grandma Pahty sends her love!

Okay folks, see you next weekend. Happy Bigfooting!

Bigfoot: What a great hobby!

What a great hobby Bigfoot is! I used to have other hobbies. I enjoyed fooling around with my piano, making jigsaw puzzles, making furniture in my workshop, blankly staring off into space. but that was before discovering the hobby of Bigfoot. However, I've found that it takes up more than just my spare time. There are so many variables in the Bigfoot hobby (listening to internet radio shows, searching out websites, reading sighting reports, etc.) that it requires sacrificing other more important things that spouses want done like taking out the trash, fixing a broken window, painting the garage and all that other stuff that I anxiously look forward to.

Studies have shown that a person lives longer and has a happier frame of mind in general when they have a hobby. So it very important to indulge in it as much as they can get away with. The secret is, to show to those who are not into Bigfoot that it's not only a hobby, but what you are doing is gathering valuable information that you can use at some unknown future time and for some yet unknown future reason. Here's a couple of examples for those who are just starting out in it.

Spouse: "Honey, you'r not going to spend all weekend on that computer are you? You promised to go shopping with me!"
Me: "No, no dear. But I have to listen to the Bigfoot Quest radio show on archives. The guest was supposed to reveal the truth about the existance of Bigfoot on this past week's show and I missed it. It's only ninety minutes. But then I have to listen to a couple of other shows so I can report back to my Bigfoot club group. You know, the one that meets a couple of times a week! I didn't want to accept this assignment, but the members made me. They said something about it was important to their longer life and a happier frame of mind."

Spouse: "Bob, don't tell me that you're intending to go camping again this weekend. This is the third time this month and you know you've got to fix that leak in the bathroom!"
Me: " Camping? Helen, this is not camping. I can see where you might call this camping. Anyone who doesn't have a Bigfoot hobby would call this camping. But in actuality, it's err, research. Yeah, research is what it is. Those of us who aspire to discover a real live Bigfoot creature and dare I say it, maybe capture one of them alive for science, call these trips expeditions. It's very important that I go on these camping, I mean expeditions. For research you see. By the way, when you go out, could you pick up some steaks. I'd do it myself, but I have to fill the beer cooler and dig out the fishing poles from the garage. I told the gang down at the Bigfoot club that I'd bring this stuff for when there's a lull in our, ah, expeditioning."

Yeah, a Bigfoot hobby is great. But be forewarned if your just starting out in this endeavor. A bigfoot hobby is not for everyone. Although there are many thousands of Bigfooters as we call ourselves, some of your personal friends might look at you a little funny, like when they learn of your new hobby. here's a little exchange between myself and a long time friend who I just happened to bump into the other day at Walmarts.

Me: "Hey Jack, long time no see! What's it been, two years?"
Jack: "Been about that I guess. Your looking great! what've you been up to?"
Me: "Well, I've been involved in my new hobby. It's been great for my happier frame of mind."
Jack: "New hobby? What's it about?"
Me: "Bigfoot! It's real you know! And, it takes up all my spare time. I've also been doing a radio show on it for the last two years with a guy from New York called Mike Killen. Want to hear about it?"
Jack: "Huh? Bigfoot? Bigfoot? I just remembered that I have a dentist appointment. I gotta go. I'll give you a call one of these days."

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Brr, it's cold outside!

Well, the holidays are over and we hope that each and all had a great Christmas and a safe New Years Eve and day. And for those of a differant faith, a great holiday also. I was a little disappointed this Christmas though. I usually get a box of coal and I thought this year would be differant, but, at least the box was smaller. I really have to remember to be good in the future.

The other night, I went outside on the back porch to get a breath of fresh air and a cigarette (cough, cough). I always cough when I do that, it must be the fresh air. Anyway, it was about 15 degrees out and the wind was howling making it less than zero with the wind chill. I stood there thinking about what a terrible night it is. I also thought of Bigfoot.

How in the world does Bigfoot survive in weather like this? Someone would naturally answer the question as, just like any other animal in the woods! Yes and no, because there are other factors involved here. Animals are supposed to keep warm because of their fur. Always have and always will. But Bigfoot has hair and is at a huge disadvantage, right?

Being a virgo and always having to have my facts right, prior to writing this I went on the internet to research hair versus fur. There was all kinds of fun facts there. First of all, hair and fur are the same. The difference I guess, if any, would be that when it's thick, it's called fur and when it's thin it's hair. The thick stuff has a double composition made up of primary and secondary layers. The thin stuff is like the hay we all have (or don't) on the top of our heads. My own head is leaning towards 'don't'. In the case of animals having the two layers, the undercoat is mainly for warmth according to season. We (primates) don't have the secondary or rather the undercoat to add to our warmth, therefore, it would get a little chilly without the added benefit of clothing or animal skins on our backs.

Now, I can see how a deer keeps warm. According to the book, The Deer of North America, deer have approx. 5,000 hairs to the square inch. I thought at one time that this figure was in error as it seemed to be a lot of hair in so small a place. I actually had it in my head that I was going to personally count them myself one day, however, I then decided that a nap would be more appropriate.

A human with a good mop of hair believe it or not, is about 700 hairs to the square inch. Who knows about Bigfoot! However, when I take a pencil, many sheets of paper, an eraser and calculator, I figure if Bigfoot is anything like us, he's about 4300 hairs short of a deer. I suppose with enough food, it's great size and bulk, Bigfoot would be able to generate the heat needed to survive in really cold temperatures. I have a friend in the State of Maine who spent his entire life in the woods as a woodcutter. He's a really big guy and tough as they come when it matters. In all the 20+ years that I've known him, he's never worn a coat. So, maybe Bigfoot doesn't need one also.

That's it folks, out of time and space. See you all next weekend. I need to go out to the back porch and have a, err, breath of fresh air.

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Lounga The Bigfoots Side of the Story

Huh? Wha? It's morning already? Boy, my head really hurts. I guess I had too many of those formenting apples last night. I knew when I went over to that farmer's orchard that this was going to happen. I should have quit after the first dozen. I'm not ever gonna do that again. Let's see now, the last thing I remember was, my girlfriend Singo was calling me on a tree with her usual three knocks and quickly followed by another one. I wasn't about to answer her. She's always calling me when she thinks I'm having a good time.

Okay, tme to get up and get going. Kind of chilly this morning and I almost froze last night. This teepee could use a lot of work. I don't know why, but, everytime I put one of these together, I get the limbs intertwined right, but then there seems to be a blank spot in my head on how to finish it. Grandpa Grong told me that his Grandpa learned it from the Indians. However, some details must have been lost somewhere through time I guess. What I need is a cave, but our leader, old man Mwala has the only one in these mountains. I'll take it from him someday, but it'll be awhile. he's old, but can still take care of himself. besides, he don't like me much and I try to keep some distance from him.

Let's see. First, I need to get something to eat, I'm starved. Crawfish down in the stream might do it. It hasn't rained for awhile and the streams been running low and if I'm lucky, maybe a trout or two. Course, there's always the last of the berries on the other side of the ridge if the bears haven't got them yet. With this headache, I can't bring myself to chasing down a deer. Maybe later in the day. But for now, the stream is about an hours' walk and the ridge is at least two. Well, might as well get started.

The stream is just on the bottom of this hill. Oh, oh. What the heck is that movement through the trees ahead. Looks like two of those small ugly creatures that sort of look like me, but their skin is funny somehow. Their hair on their bodies are differant colors like I see on flowers. I've seen these creatures before. They make strange noises when their mouths move. Sometimes, I have looked through holes in their caves and when they see me, they scream very loud which makes me leave real quick. These creatures make me curious, but also make me afraid as Grandpa Grong told me that sometimes they carry sticks that make a loud noise and they can hurt me. He said that they are very dangerous and I should never get close to them. I'll just stand here by this tree and maybe they'll pass by without seeing me. Oh no! They stopped and are now looking right at me and pointing with their fingers. One of them is bringing a small box up to it's face. Maybe it's trying to hide it's face, but I can still see it. Something tells me that that small box is not a good thing. I'm going to walk away in the opposite direction and keep the tree between them and myself. Thank Heavens I listened to Grandpa Grong. With these creatures, you never can be too careful.

Sometimes at night when I'm with my friends, Agwal and Tanid, and we're just hanging out at one of our many stone formation meeting places, stories are passed around about these creatures. I'm telling you, it's hard falling asleep afterwards without looking around wondering if they're just on the outskirts of the woods watching us.

Although I'm afraid of these creatures, it is a lot of fun sneaking around at night when they're sleeping on the ground in the warm weather. I always get a laugh when I pay them back and scream out and they go running to those strange things that they get into that stinks and makes noises and moves real fast. Also, when I'm really bored, I'll crouch down at night beside those hard black paths and when they come by in those strange things, I'll stand up and watch them go even faster. One laugh after another.

Now then, I think I'll give Singo a call. She must have calmed down by now.

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Dactyloscopy

Dactyloscopy! Why do scientist always want to hang a fancy name onto something while a simple name would do? Dactyloscopy means fingerprints. Or, to be more precise, the collecting and classificaton of fingerprints. Why am I sitting here writing about fingerprints when the blog is supposed to be about Bigfoot? Well, every once in a while, some researcher, after being out researching all day, will come back to camp and they'll be a handprint on their vehicle that they think was made by Bigfoot. Hmm, now what?

A little background on me might be in order before I go any further. During my 37 years in Law Enforcement, many years were spent as a detective. As a detective, I was assigned to the State Police lab for 3 months and all I did during that time was lift and classify fingerprints. I examined so many thousands of prints, that at night, all I dreamed about was loops, whorls, arches and all the sub-catoragories. I read almost every book on the subject, testified many times in court using charts depicting 'points' and was declared an expert in both District and Superior Courts. My desk in my office was crowded with glass slides with prints on them that were lifted at crime scenes. Almost everyone one of those slides were of no value.

The reason why I say that they were of no value is because you need to have someone to compare it to, otherwise, it's just a print. Today, the FBI as well as the States top Law Enforcement office have huge fingerprint data computers where you put your lifted print in and it'll search every print on file for a match. However, if someone hasn't been printed, it's just a print.

Say, this is pretty interesting, but what has this to do with Bigfoot? Well, last year someone sent me a picture of a handprint that was found on a car's back window and the thinking was it was Bigfoot who walked by and laid it's hand on the window. I took that picture and blew it up more than it was to look for any patterns (i.e. loop, whorl, etc) and found that the finger tips was just smudges with maybe just a few ridges showing. Maybe Bigfoot did touch the window, maybe not. Maybe it was one of the research crew that inadvertently touch the window, Maybe not. But as far as I know, no one has ever printed a Bigfoot before so even if the handprint showed every ridge and groove possible, what or who do you match it to as I have previously stated? The real value would be if it was found to have ridge patterns that were never seen before. Then, the print would not have to be matched with something or someone and that may be proof enough that some unknown creature was real.

A footprint is another story. A human footprint has ridges and grooves just like the hands, but there are no actual categories such as loops, whorls, etc. Dr. M. has a footprint, supposedly a Bigfoot footprint that was cast and it was discovered to have ridges and groves. What makes this exciting versus a handprint on a window is that the ridges run differantly than what a human print would show. And that to me was a great discovery. It amazes me that a find like this hasn't been made into a a bigger deal then it has.

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