Some how, I knew that would come up. But my Friend Arvil, wrote a responce to it, and I couldn't have said it any better. so here is is
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Well, the bigfoot legend doesn't rise and fall on Ray Wallace pulling a fast one.
Native Americans from across the entire North American continent ALL had their own names for "The Wild Man of the Woods". Early European settlers had their own run-ins with them and even Teddy Roosevelt told a BF story in his book "The Wilderness Hunter". These stories go back literally hundreds of years.
John Chambers gave an interview to a BF investigator named Bobbie Short not long before he died a couple years ago. He swore up and down that if he could have made a costume back then that exhibited all the under-the-fur muscular action seen in the Patterson film, that he surely wouldn't have kept quiet about it all those years. He died swearing he had nothing to do with it.
Rick Baker... I don't quite know what his game was- he used to say that Chambers did it and that John Landis was somehow involved, but now he won't even talk about it. My guess is that when he was new to the field, he used it as a "brag" story to give himself credibility- to say "Hey, look what "I" know".
As far as the physical evidence goes, yes- there has been a lot of physical evidence found that no one simply knows what to do with. Scat has been found with microbe combinations that match no known animal, a set of footprints was found in the late 70's that exhibited a particular deformity that no one short of an anatomical genius could have thought up, in the 80's footprints were found in WA, that showed dermal ridges that fingerprint experts confirmed had to have been made by a living animal, and there's been more unidentifiable hair samples than you can shake a stick at.
As far as my own experience, There is definately something stomping around in central Indiana- I seriously believe I've been within 100' of one of these things on two different occassions- roughly 20 years ago, a couple buddies were camping out about 3 miles away, I originally didn't think I was going to be able to make it, but things changed at the last minute and I ended up heading out on foot about 10:30 that night.
Since I knew the area, and it was close to a full moon, I didn't bother with a flashlight, and just took my walking stick and an old Mauser bayonette for protection against car (or tresspasser) chasing dogs. After a mile or so, I crossed one of the guys back yards, and entered a cow pasture on a ridge, that was bordered on the East by a fairly thick wooded, low area that extended for the next 5 miles or so.
As I trudged on, I started hearing something following me down in the treeline. It was big, and sounded like a bulldozer trying to sneak through the brush. I figured "Ok, no biggie- it's just some heifer down there that thinks I brought some hay or something."
I crossed the first fence, went a little ways, and realized my buddy was still down there... "Hmm, I didn't hear anything jumping the fence... maybe it's rutting season and I've got some territorial buck down there keeping an eye, on me..." As I neared the next fence, I was thinking "No, Deer don't follow people... they'll chase you away if you get too close, but they don't follow you."
I crossed the 2nd fence, and sure enough, whatever it was, was still down there. I knew full well those fences went all the way to the road on the other side, and I hadn't heard anything like a thump of something jumping over or anything like the wires squeaking from something climbing over...
Needless to say, having ruled out deer and cattle, I was at a loss as to what in the Hell was following me through the deep dark woods at 11:30 or later at night. Whatever it was, was stepping over those fences.
I finally grasped at my last straw and decided that it was one or both of the guys I intended to drop in on and that they were playing a trick of their own. So, I played my last card-
"GENE!... SHANE... IF THAT'S YOU OUT THERE, I'VE GOT DAD'S .38, AND I'M GONNA START LAYING ROUNDS INTO THAT TREELINE PRETTY DAMN SHORTLY!!!" (I didn't, but THEY didn't know that)
No answer...
They, knowing me and my predilection for taking potshots at anything that moves, should have identified themselves right away.
As I reached the third fence, I could hear Sows and their piglets in there, and I figured "I'll be damned if I"m crossing THAT- I KNOW THEY'LL TEAR ME UP..." So I had to pick between going into that treeline and trying to go around the front of the farmer's place near the road.
I took the front and as soon as I drew even with the porch, the guy's dog went nuts, the porchlight came on a few seconds later, and I bolted back down the hill toward the treeline.
As I came to a stop, something took a few steps back into deeper cover, and I literally saw a couple branches move as it passed.
I finally said "Screw This" and started back. Except for the crunching along beside me, it was relatively un-eventful until I reached the first pasture again. I knew there was an area of considerable marshiness down where the trees started, and I tried to console myself one last time by telling myself "OK, if it's a deer or a cow, it's hooves won't make a lot of noise going through that mud down there."
Well, I ran through as fast as I could, then froze and listened- a second or two later, it sounded like some professional wrestler wearing snowshoes ran through the mud down there, and that was good enough for me! I took off running and didn't stop till I was well and firmly in Gene's backyard! Once I caught my breath, I jogged back home looking over my shoulder the whole time.
The next day, Gene and Shane both said something followed them while out for a little late night fishing, and later circled their camp until they tossed a few cups of lantern fuel on the fire to scare it off.
None of us wanted to go in the woods for a few weeks after that, but about 3 weeks later, Gene and I went back to the area in the daylight, and encountered something that emitted the classic rotten egg smell, and studiously kept the body of the lake between us and it, when we tried to get close to it. We split up and tried to go around either side, and get a glimpse of it, but it just went deeper into the woods. We declined to follow.
There's something out there, have no doubt.
-Arvil