Discussion in 'Fly Fishing Forum' started by Jeff46, May 21, 2009.
I hear Bigfoot is a steller guitar player, he even opened up his own music shop in Smokey Point.
When I was camping by myself at Trapper lake I heard these heavy thumping footsteps come through my camp- I was certain it was bigfoot. So I grabbed my flashlight and knife and jumped out of the tent, and it was a deer.
The ground there is kind of hollowed out underneath from the lake and I guess that made the deers footsteps echo or something and sound loud and boomy.
It's pretty funny, but I was scared to death at the time.
I came across that a couple of months ago: http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=7382. I have fished that spot before. It kind of made me chuckle when I read the report.
16wt and a bannana fly should do the trick. prob wanna suspend it under a thingamabobber though.
wasn't he recently spotted in Montana?
Look at your washington state gazettier. Very near to Mt St Helens you will see a bigfoot icon. Not explained in the legend, but go there!!!! You will not be disappointed!
I've heard Bigfoot fishes the Beginner's Hole on the Kalama at night sometimes.
I remember when the bigfoot movie came out in the 70's. There were so many sightings in the Puget Sound region it wasn't funny. Remember someone seeing one going through Fife Heights. Even damaged a stop sign going through. But funny how when the hype of the movie was over, so were the sightings.
Is there a bigfoot? Probably. I doubt it'll smell. Sure it cleans itself like any other animal out in the wild.
Would be interesting if you ran into one. I have this feeling it'll be the type to turn and run then confront you. If they were the type to confront you, I think we'd have seen one by now.
Bear stink, deer stink, a bigfoot has got to stink. I'd doubt a close encouter report if they never describe their stink.
Imagine this. Wet PNW air hangs low and all the salal along the trail is moist. Your dawn walk through the woods is gray and serene. Your pace is quick because you're excited to get to the river. The coffee has kicked in, and so has your other vices. It's all good.
You come to a lower point in the trail. Root balls of doug fir visible on the sides of the trail, and puddles collect here on the forest floor. You begin to realize a smell that you can't quite pinpoint, something that catches your attention because of it's unfamiliar nature. It's not quite that dank, sweet soil smell that you smell just before you walk into a bear. Your pace slows because your sense tells you to be concerned. You abruptly stop, and look around and think to yourself, "What the hell is that smell?"
You slowly step forward along the trail, keeping all your senses alert, and scanning all around. Within the first ten feet of your heightened state, the brush to the right of the trail explodes with movement. You catch your breath and jump back, suddenly frozen. Something is busting brush at an alarming rate as it moves rapidly up the slope to your right and away from you. It's large, and hairy, and moving fast. As it alomst crests the hill it suddenly stops and wheels around on hind legs. It's human-like, and ape-like. Amid the thin trunks of the evergreens, the knee high brush, and the morning mist, you swear that at seventy yards there is an animal staring at you. Through the thin trunks, at the one and only spot you think anything can see you amid the maze of vegetation, you catch your breath. There's something, it's something... and it's eyes are focused directly on you. You think you see it smile and guffaw at the same time, and then it does something that you can't believe. It raises an arm, and raises a digit in your direction. It's not beckoning you to come closer. No, you gasp as you realize what it was doing just before it suddenly disappears. Nothing. Gone.
You think it must have crested the hill and disappeared over the other side. You start stumbling, running, thinking in a panicked state. "Don't run, don't run... you'll be prey. Slow down. Jesus, oh man." Before you know it you burst out of the woods and almost land headlong on the dry river rock. You scramble to your feet clanking around on the rocks a scared clumsy oaf. You continue on your way hurriedly, and noisely moving across the rocks some fifty yards more until get to a washed down tree trunk, weathered by the river. You turn around to face the direction you came from, and sit down on the river swept tree. You reach inside your jacket for your flask. You realize and actually voice out loud as you keep your gaze on the direction you just came, "That SOB was flippin' me off!"
Deer liver is their favorite snack.
Flyfishermen livers are a bit further down the list..................
I know two brothers who swear they saw a Bigfoot by Mt. Lassen around 1960. I first heard the story in about 1970 when I was a kid. I've asked them separately about it multiple times over the years, the last time was about a year ago. Their stories have never changed or wavered. I'd think that if it was BS there'd be variations and changes over the years.
Well there was one change; as one of the brothers got older he finally admitted that he screamed like a little girl.
Yeah, I never figured out why they pass up on a micro-brewed or ice malt liquor (interject matney) seasoned liver.... :beer2:
Waders are chewy and tippet gets in their teeth.
People are always sayin we would have found remains by now... but you don't hear any stories about people finding bear skeletons out in the woods either... nature kinda takes care of itself. I believe in sasquatch.. actually have a wierd theory about Kane and Abel I completely forgot about. Kane was doomed to walk the earth forever after killin Abel.. lotta time for evolution to do it's thing. I think maybe Kane adapted to his suroundings after several hundred years and became the first bigfoot I'm a nut, I'll admit it; but it sure is fun!
Can't/won't say yes or no. There are lots of critters out there that the majority of folks have never seen or seldom see . . . cougars, lynx, fishers, grizzlies in the lower 48, & wolverines for example. Similarly, there are vast tracts of rugged country in which humans rarely set foot. I heard a gawdawful scream years ago back home in Montana . . . always attributed it to a coug, but who knows? I will admit that it was an attention-getter at the time & made the .22 I was carrying as I checked my trap line seem a tad insignificant. Know of 2 folks who have claimed a sighting, one so shaken by his encounter that he refused to go hunting in that particular area ever again and I've heard other stories second-hand. I'll say that their existence is within the realm of possibility based on the fact that new species are still being discovered to this day. Heck, if I were a bigfoot with some semblance of intelligence/rational thought & heightened senses, I'd likely not be too keen on meeting people either.