EXPLORING BLUFF CREEK BIGFOOT HISTORY, August 2010 Trip, PART 1; Arcata SASQUATCH MOVIE NIGHT; BIGFOOT DAYS

BIGFOOT'S BLOG, EARLY SEPTEMBER 2010 EDITION

Mid-August always brings the call of the Bluff Creek basin and perfect weather and conditions for the exploration of Bigfooting history. The famous Onion Mountain and Blue Creek Mountain footprint trackway finds, investigated by Rene Dahinden and John Green, occurred at this time of year in 1967. This is the season that made Bluff Creek famous, leading up to the October 20th date when the Patterson-Gimlin Film was shot, and when the weather typically sours enough to bring snow and mudslides to the upper watershed roads.

Images: All shots (excluding maps) taken by Steven Streufert, 2009 (top three) and 2010 (the rest). CLICK TO ENLARGE, especially the MAPS.


FROM HIGHWAY 96 TO THE PGF SITE, 
Bluff Creek Trip, Part One

So it was that for three days our associate, "C.I." and ourselves ventured up Highway 96 from Willow Creek and up past Weitchpec to explore our favorite historical issues and locales, and maybe have an encounter with the Big Hairy Dudes ourselves. Here is Part One of our annotated pictorial presentation, complete with topo maps that may help you fine readers find some of these spots. Note--some aspects of this trip have been kept secret to protect current on-going investigations by other researchers of Bigfoot activity in the area. We will not disclose details at this time. Read on...

Just past Weitchpec, where one crosses the bridge over the Klamath River at its confluence with the Trinity River, one takes a right heading northward on Highway 96, the official scenic "Bigfoot Byway." One passes the historic Bluff Creek Company store, now known as Bluff Creek Resort, just south a few dozen yards from the southern end of Bluff Creek Road. Just ahead, staying on the 96, is the bridge over Bluff Creek where it meets with the Klamath (and a sweet river access spot). On this particular trip we proceeded just a touch less than a mile farther north to a left on Slate Creek Road, officially identified as Forest Road 11N05.

 [At this point the traveler will dearly be wishing they had asked for and purchased the Six Rivers National Forest Atlas at the Lower Trinity Ranger Station just outside of Willow Creek. This book is worth every over-priced penny. Ask for it at the desk, where he keeps them hidden for some reason. Do note, the roads on the topo maps in this presentation are not quite as they appear in the Atlas and on the ground today.]

We headed up some seven miles of nicely paved or well graded dirt but narrow road to Twin Lakes, a nice spot with two lakes entirely covered in lily pads at this time of year. There are a few primitive camping spots here along the shore, but there are no facilities, and we would not exactly recommend drinking the water without filtration.

It being warm and lighted by an essentially full moon, we decided to have no campfire (was it legal to, anyway? probably not at this spot), and spent the night scanning the area with Gen-3 military spec. night vision monoculars. When night had fully set in and the moon had not fully risen, sounds kept coming to us from the lake shore to the southeast. Finally, scanning with the green view eyepiece, we saw something dark and mysterious moving in the brush and reeds. It was heading our way.

Was it a Bigfoot???

It was creeping around mysteriously, its visible parts appearing and then being obscured, much like one often sees in thermal night shots claimed to be of Sasquatch. Just as the suspense had risen to quite a high degree the creature's head rose up---and we saw its puffy, round ears. It was a black bear, apparently not smelling nor hearing us, ambling along right toward the edge of our camp. After a few moments we decided we'd better spotlight it, especially as our traveling partner did not have his second night vision scope unpacked at that time and could not see it in the darkness. The thing bolted rather quickly at the sudden change in lumens. This was to be one of three bear sightings on this three-day trip.

During the night we heard something that kind of sounded like a wood knock and then a smashing wood break, as if a limb had broken off a tree (at totally normal, non-Bigfoot-related occurrence). Later, way off in the distance, we heard some kind of vocalization, a barking sound that, however incongruous way out here in the middle of nowhere (we only saw three other vehicles up there the whole weekend), we'd have to ascribe to a dog rather than a Bigfoot. But who knows, eh? Twin Lakes are, after all, just a couple of miles directly east of Big Foot Creek, which flows into Bluff Creek at that point.

From our camp at the lakes we headed back out the next day toward Cedar Camp, up onto the ridge, heading toward Road 12N12. We stopped and found some cell phone reception up there (believe it or not!), while looking down at the fine westward view toward Bluff Creek, looking down the Fish Creek canyon. Somehow we drove right past Cedar Camp, which is apparently unmarked; but we did see a lot of lovely cedar trees. Up here they seem unaffected by the root rot fungus that plagues the Port Orford Cedar down at Fish Lake and Blue Lake on the south end of the Bluff Creek Road.

One cruises along on 12N12 and without realizing it the green metal gate to 12N13, the left turn onto the "Sasquatch Road" according to local old-timers, suddenly sneaks up on one. Watch for it, or you will end up on the G-O Road (F.R. 15N01) and miss the turnoff to the PGF site. Any Bigfooter worth their salt, and with a decent high-clearance vehicle, will want to head down to the creek to set foot on that sacred and historical Bigfooting ground. 

About three miles from the gate you will pass three vague old road spurs to the right. When you see a steep one on your left you're almost there. Soon you will come to a wide, flat pull-out log landing area, and to your right you'll see the 12N13H spur. You will see a small road marker sign at the entrance. Keep to your right once on the road. THIS is the road down to the film site, which is 2.1 miles down a rather steep course. Beware the treacherous rock slide down at the bottom, and be sure to keep your wheels UP on the slide's side, lest you slip off the edge and plummet down the near vertical drop through the woods to an untimely death on the film site below. 

One thing that we found utterly astonishing, once on the familiar roads after Cedar Camp Road, was that all of these roads have been RECENTLY RE-GRADED. It is amazing to see the formerly hellish, shrubbery covered, pot-holed and rocky, tree-branch covered tunnel of the film site spur graded FLAT and clean, and fairly widely at that. It was that way all the way down to the big rock slide at the bottom. Those who have been to the site before will recall that it was essentially impossible to navigate this road without scratching the hell out of one's vehicle's paint job. All of those trees and bushes have been cleared away off the road. It is now like a Disneyland ride cruise down to the once nearly inaccessible site

Now we understood the purpose of the construction vehicles we'd seen up at the top on 12N13. Don't let it fool you, though. One should still use a 4WD vehicle to traverse the last part with its rain gulches and all. At this point, before the rock slide, there are a few turnouts that can now be used to pull off and safely park your low-clearance car, and then walk the last little bit to the bottom. 

We, of course, drove on through, and we survived it. Down at the bottom one finds a flat landing area where one can park, and a fire-ring and primitive camping area. When we arrived here, like everywhere else on this trip, no one else was there. Very strange.

Here's a photo of the nasty rock slide at the bottom of the road to the P-G site. WATCH OUT! Many have nearly gone the way of Roger Patterson on this spot.

We put on our knee-high river boots and started up the creek about a quarter of a mile at most to the bottom of what most consider the general Patterson-Gimlin Film Site. It's a big gulch with the creek running in two branches with big piles of logjam debris, fallen giant old-growth firs, and some large root balls (just like the ones in the "Big Bend" described by Bob Gimlin). In the map above you may see the lower film site right above the "A" and the road, where the small unnamed creek flows into Bluff Creek Some believe this is where Patty walked, but others believe it is in the smaller sand bar (white in the map) area right beyond there, just before the spot where the creek juts in a straight "bowling alley" line northward. We sought to explore both options, looking of course for "the big tree" seen in the film, or any other markers of verification.

Images: Just below the film site, large fallen firs typical of the area. Below, trees above the lower film site.

SEE OUR PREVIOUS BLOG ENTRIES HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE AND HERE for our earlier exploration of the film site. There is also A LOT of Bluff Creek and PGF information found in our extensive INTERVIEW WITH AL HODGSON, Willow Creek Bigfoot Elder, viewable here: PART ONE, PART TWO, and PART THREE.

Here we were interested in esoteric dimensions like trees, stumps, and sand types. We walked up the creek past the film site to investigate another sand bar up there at the top of the "bowling alley." When we headed back we crossed up onto the now quite elevated and forested sand/gravel bar, and walked across both prospective film site locations. BOTH are  plausible, especially as they were obviously both part of one single sandbar, now greatly eroded with the creek down in a much deeper gulch than it was after the 1964 flood's deposits were washed away over the years. 

Since everyone seems to disagree slightly, and the older guys like John Green and Bob Gimlin can hardly recognize the significantly changed site, we may never be able to exactly locate the route and situation of the Patty trackway. Adding to that problem, there has been significant erosion of the creekbed, possibly taking away a large part of the former film site sandbar; and the familiar and distinct filmed trees in the background have either been toppled or logged, from all we can tell. John Green told us in an email today that he could not locate the "big tree" he remembered.

We'll present the rest of this part of our travelogue as images with brief captions. Again, there are a lot of photos of the film site on our earlier blogs (check the left hand links) that we don't have room to replicate here. Enjoy!

Lower PGF sandbar, with downed tree roots.

Root ball in "Big Bend" Gulch, just like Gimlin describes.

Film Site alder trees, like the ones Patty walks among.

Slanting alders with big firs visible in background, northern sand bar.The "soil" below is actually forest duff over deep deposits of dark blue-gray sand.

Marshy spring and pool on PGF site. Possibly accounting for the "wet spot" one sees in the first few frames of the film, often mistaken for the creek itself. This one is mid-sandbar.

Big Tree? This one is found at the northern back side of the sandbar, located up beyond the marshy spring. This is one of the largest, most obvious candidates for the tree, growing just up from the level sand/soil.

Just past the eastern edge of the PGF sandbar, looking north up the "bowling alley." Just above where Patty probably crossed the creek and headed up the hill above the site, as per Bob Titmus.

Straight on north, up the alley a bit farther.

At the top of the alley there is another nice looking prospective sandbar. From here the creek turns right on directly eastward. This is where we stopped.

For perspective, here is one from one of last year's trips: looking up the gravel bar from the creekside at the site we feel pretty darn sure is the PGF site. Notice the large fir trees at the back. This would probably have been the embankment area Patterson ran up once crossing the creek, already filming.

***END OF PART ONE*** 

See the thrilling second part of the adventure next week, same time and channel!

We would like to thank TopoQuest for making their nice, scalable maps of the area available. One may even click to center on a spot and get the GPS co-ordinates for it. Great! Check it out here:
Lonesome Ridge, California Topographic Map on TopoQuest
Here are the approximate co-ordinate we got in using the site. Your results may vary. The MK Davis site, as told to us by Weaverville researcher, Sean Fries, is 500 yards downstream from the "bat boxes."

Upper sand bar (Barackman location)
Map Center:  N41.44069°  W123.70039°

Daniel Perez' "X" (after Dahinden, as in Bigfoot at Bluff Creek)
Map Center:  N41.44047°  W123.70082°

Lower bar and gulch (as Christopher Murphy places it, and where Perez was seen walking around in 2003 and 2006)
Map Center:  N41.43942°  W123.70186°

Ferris Camp (historical) Locale [NEWS TO US!]
N41.44151° W123.70145°

Northern top of "Bowling Alley"
Map Center:  N41.44347°  W123.69975°

Bat Boxes (approximate) car/log landing
Map Center:  N41.43854°  W123.70453°

Datum: NAD27
USGS Map Name:  Lonesome Ridge, CA    Map MRC: 41123D6


Image: a broad view of the Bluff Creek basin, centered near Louse Camp. CLICK TO ENLARGE. Get the USFS Forest Atlas if you need better, more reliable road markings. Other one: from the Cibachrome of Patty. Enjoy!

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The ARCATA THEATER LOUNGE SCIENCE FICTION PINT AND PIZZA NIGHT, featuring SASQUATCH

This event was a pretty big hit, with a long line out the door at 6:00, constituting a nearly full house for viewings of THE SNOW CREATURE and then THE LEGEND OF BOGGY CREEK. Interspersed were give-aways of cryptic novelties like a Bigfoot Pez dispenser, hosted by Matt Jackson of MISSING LINK RECORDS and some Bigfooty film clips and songs assembled from our samples by event coordinator Mike Sargent. This was pop-culture Bigfoot with a twist: there was more than just the usual monster focus.

We of BIGFOOT BOOKS had a book table in the back along with Patterson-Gimlin film subject casts brought along by James "Bobo" Fay. Bobo heroically appeared despite having had surgery just a day or two earlier. Attendee/customer questions proved to be generally sincere concerning the possibility of Bigfoot's existence, with only the slightest traces of mocking humor (though good-natured) from a few. There was, unfortunately, no time for the planned discussion panel.
We sold a good bunch of Bigfoot books and maps, so we could tell interest was high, and pretty darn serious despite all the pints of strong beer consumed by the viewers (and the hosts). We are hoping that there will be a repeat of this event next year, perhaps with more non-fictional and serious content.

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Willow Creek's BIGFOOT DAYS 2010,

"Bigfoot's Nifty Fifty" Anniversary of the celebration, was really great and quite unusually Bigfooty this year. Watch for our next blog post for a complete pictorial coverage of the parade, and the decidedly less Squatchy celebration in the park afterwards. It was fun, for sure; but someday we are hoping that the organizing committee will actually go along with our suggestion that they add some Bigfoot speakers to the event. We suppose that most folks think that would be boring compared to reggae music, fireman's water competitions, axe-throwing, and  sno-cones.

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ANGRY BIGFOOT SPEAKS!

Hu-man! Me real angry now. You give away all me secret hiding spot! Now where me go?
Wait until next week, Bigfoot!
Wha', Hu-man? What you talk?
We have pictures of where you live, Sasquatch!
Me not name Sa'quatch. That me trailer park trash brother. He like reach arm through trailer window, scare hu-man sitting on poop throne. You listen Bigfoot, hu-man. Me SMASH camera! Me STOMP compute machine! You go out to truck think drive to Bluff Creek? You find engine down hillside.

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This blog is copyright and all that jazz, save for occasional small elements borrowed for "research" and information or satirical purposes only, 2010, Bigfoot Books and Steven Streufert. Borrowings will be tolerated without the revenge of Angry Bigfoot, if credit, citation and a kindly web-link are given, preferably after contacting us and saying, Hello, like a normal person would before taking a cup of salt.

Some "HAPPY THOUGHTS" on BIGFOOT; Our OREGON TRIP; BF Books' READING List; CLARIFICATIONS on PAULIDES

BIGFOOT'S BLOG, EARLY AUGUST EDITION, 2010

"WHAT A TANGLED WEB WE WEAVE WHEN FIRST WE PRACTICE TO DECEIVE."

--Sir Walter Scott , in Canto VI, Stanza 17 of "Marmion" (1808)

Sometimes we wonder, what is the point? Either Bigfoot exists, or Bigfoot does not exist. And all the Bigfoot Wars, personal recrimination, theoretical hatchet jobs and factional anger are not going to prove anything. Let us face it. Bigfoot exists separate from us, and does not need us for anything. Either that, or Bigfoot exists solely in our minds. And it is in our minds that we define our approach to knowledge, and so define ourselves. If we want to experience Mystery, the wonder of the unknown, or the magical sense of discovery, we are doing ourselves and the thing(s) we seek no favor in debating about and delimiting them to the point where they have no life left in them. Sometimes we at Bigfoot's bLog just grow weary of all of this.

Artwork, above and below: by Denali Brown, age 8, 2010; sharpie pen on a circular frozen pizza cardboard backing.

Either we know something or, frankly, we do not. In our efforts to know and nail down the world around us, the process of wonder ends in the conquest of surprise... save if we may retain the edge of possibility in which we never have the final answers. Save if we can respect the world, and those around us, enough to allow for difference. We should avoid killing the things we love; and we should restrain ourselves from corrupting the world as it is with our uses, our means, our ends, and our petty personal needs. Each thing that exists, be it something as well known as a bear or elusive as a Sasquatch, has a component of the unknown that we will never fully understand. Inside of ourselves, even, lurks a whole universe of undiscovered countries.

Even if Bigfoot were shown conclusively to exist, and one were dissected upon the slab of some cold laboratory, we would still not understand its being. The only hope is in sympathetic understanding, a form of science that progresses with empathy and the extension of the self into the being of that which we seek to know. Lest we despoil yet another of nature's realms, let us consider what we are doing. Only fragments of the original beauty of the Earth remain intact, and they are diminishing. One of the last mysteries is this phenomenon of the Wild Man. We who seek to know the Sasquatch should let the Creature be its own thing. Let it be free, wild, uncivilized, in some sense reminding us of our past when we as a species still held wonder in our hearts, minds filled with awe, ourselves stripped down to honest living by the exigencies of survival. Let us allow the Bigfoot to be what it was to us in the beginning of our interest: a thing we could not capture nor contain, an antidote to the demeaning debasement of our mechanized civilization, a balm for and relief from the dehumanizing and neurotic forces of our society. "A Living Legend!" What is Bigfoot if not free to roam, either in the woods and wilds, or else in that wild part of our minds that is still free, fresh to the world, and new to experiences that may still surprise us? Of what need is "proof"?

What a heavy price we have paid if for knowledge we leave behind an emptied world, leave behind the mysteries of ontology and epistemology, and trade it all for that dead body on a slab.

So, aside from ENOCH, a nice Ohio conference, and the OSS, what has been achieved in the world of Bigfoot this summer? Not much. A bunch of blobsquatches, Mr. Mike rantings, human politics. Politics, the death rattle of joy and curiosity. Politics, which organizes like an undertaker and corrupts as avidly as the maggot.

Sometimes, and especially lately, we feel we just know too much. We know more secrets that we cannot talk about than we have things we can share openly. We know too much dirt and rumor to even want to begin to talk. We started out wanting to know Bigfoot, and what have we found? The nastiness of high school mixed with the jaded cynical malignancy of the long-term damned. Over-ripeness and immaturity blend in a nasty soup, and it is served up daily on forums and web sites and blogs. None of it makes us better in the end, and brings us only further and further from the truth. If we were Bigfoot we would be fleeing far, far, farther away than ever before. How can such a warring lot ever hope to know and find that Being which shuns us, most decidedly, for just this very reason?

On the other side of the veil of understanding we just might discover the real secret: the world as it really is, its beings in their real existences and, perhaps, ourselves in the bargain.

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We wrote this in an email recently to a fellow "Bigfooting" friend:

See, I moved to Willow Creek and have lived the way I do for the last ten years or whatever precisely because I was tired of human humanness. I wanted the wild, the real, the true, the good. Bigfoot came to embody that for me. It embodies the mysteries of the natural world. It is so disappointing for me to see that the Bigfoot field is more f-ed up than the rest of so called normal humanity.

Yes, THAT is the thing: to look, to see more than oneself, to dispense with the egotistical concerns that so characterize the human world and individual. It is such a shame that Bigfoot culture is the exact opposite of Bigfoot as a being. These humans out "hunting"--that is the very thing I imagine the BF would flee from most avidly. If they exist and live as they seem to do, they are distinct from this greed, selfish need to own, to prove, to possess. I don't idealize them; I'm sure they are utterly pragmatic. But I think it would be far from them to scheme, plot, conspire and malign. Those are human traits. If the "hunter" needs to "get" the hunted, then these more dunderheaded and aggressive BF hunters are doing a lousy job. You'd think all that time spent in the woods would somehow help them get in tune with it all. Rather, it seems the entry into the woods accentuates and exaggerates the human need for self-proof, for compensation for frailties and shortcomings, for self-armoring defense and control mechanisms. Contrast this with what we know of the Native American trackers of the past, of attuned humans in real states of adaptation, and these modern-day gonzo machos look even more ludicrous.

And these are the ones in the woods. The creepy-crawly parasites like ___ ___ [Edit] are even worse. For some reason they are into Bigfoot, but it could just as easily be monster trucks, celebrity gossip or a bad reality show. For me Bigfoot is about mysteries and freedom from limited modes of being in human culture; for them it is about themselves and their easy answers and pet theories, and petty differences and pride. And that is if they aren't out and out just in it for the money.

Thing is, I've already run for the hills. I'm here. The squatchy stuff is all around me where I am living. I feel closest to that mystery when I am most free of myself, my attitudes, and the crazy mess of human theories, politics, and dumbass history. In a way, Bigfoot mocks us. Not that they directly try; but in the light of their honest existence and primordial lifestyle, we are just absurd. The best one can do is just go out and look, and feel, and be part of the larger world to which all other things are similarly connected.

I was out "squatching" when I was a kid. I was always out in nature, observing, feeling my way, getting outside of myself into the larger and more real world. And by that world I mean the whole cosmos.

I've always stood up for the natural world, and always hated those despoliations of it that constantly occur. Not that the universe "needs" us to "protect" it! But humanity is so out of control on this planet. BF culture, field "researchers" or Internet geeks, is too often treating the reality of Bigfoot just like those idiot campers treated your feeding spot: chopping down trees, tossing their cans and butts and piss cups and bullet shells everywhere, leaving behind ugliness and scaring any wild and free things ever farther away from the madness.

Damn, but my existence has become complicated lately. I can hardly imagine blogging as I seem to have more private information than stuff I can actually talk about publicly. It seems I have hit the hard, cancerous tumor at the heart of Bigfooting. And, basically, I can't dig any further. This takes a whole lot of the fun out of it, I'll tell you....

We are basically freaks who are into something that very few others in the world can even begin to understand the start of.... What should be a source of unity becomes, ironically, the cause of divisiveness.

There are few in the world I can really talk with about this stuff, the REAL stuff, not all that BFF or whatever it is BS. Sure, people can blab all day about BF--but what are they really talking about?

Since I really started thinking seriously about BF, in 1999 or so, I was basically out looking for BF wherever I was, following bear sign, hiking, whatever. I noticed everything I could in the living ecosystems; and BF was just a presence within it all, a possibility, like the mind of the forest, it's spirit. I never clearly saw it in an undeniable way, but I always felt I could get closer to it by openness and exploration. It was exciting to find out that there were others out there seriously pursuing the mystery. How disappointing though to find so much jerkiness at the core of it. After nearly three years actively writing about BF, seven years of specifically and assiduously studying it, my heart has never felt quite so far away from it, after all the mess of the last year or so. It's been a crazy ride. But right about now I just feel like walking into the woods and seeing what happens. Want to come along?


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A RECENT TRIP UP TO SQUATCHY OLD OREGON

We decided recently that, rather than go to BEACHFOOT this year, we'd visit a certain Bigfooty friend up in central Oregon. This was a nice trip, and allowed us to do some investigation of recent Bigfoot sightings along one of the major rivers of Oregon and its tributaries. We have been asked to keep these locations under the lowlights, so sorry. In this case it is a good kind of secret to keep. There have been repeated sightings of a particular individual Bigfoot, and his location and habits are being protected.

We did find out that redwood old growth trees come inland as far as 40 miles in this area. Amazing! It is strictly in the coastal zone down in Northern California.

What we can do is show you photos of the lovely forest that one may find in that area if one can get past all of the clearcuts. It is still very squatchy up there. Photos below are from several different Bigfoot sighting spots, exact locations remaining secret.

The creekbed photos are from a sighting that had been reported just a week and a half earlier. We were at the exact spot of the sighting, but found no remaining tracks or footprints of an out-of-the-ordinary nature. Also, the creek's pools were not as deep as those in which the Creature was reported wading. We had some questions, but the squatchy feeling of the place and other prior reports did help us to keep our minds open.

Many sightings were reported along the roadsides.

No Bigfoot sightings happened here that we know of, but this falls just struck us as pretty nice, and odd with its tannin filled waters below.
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Since we are feeling particularly nice all of a sudden, and because we want to make sure there is no misunderstanding on this issue, we would like to issue this...


CLARIFICATION OF ISSUES INVOLVING DAVID PAULIDES OF NABS.

We have blogged about his research, his book, his organization's work, and his strange involvement in the Bluff Creek Massacre Theory. We stand behind all of our comments and critiques made of Paulides' Bigfoot work. Also, we must say, on the other hand, that despite these criticisms we also find much of value in TRIBAL BIGFOOT and THE HOOPA PROJECT. Go ahead, read them, they are interesting Bigfoot books with some very good work in them.

However, recently some news came up involving Paulides' former career as a  police officer and some legal issues. The link below was provided by an anonymous source and among many other things this source told us (which we did not blog about) there were some allegations revealed in the San Jose Mercury News paper.

We want to make this ABSOLUTELY CLEAR:
We never said that he was convicted of anything, either the first, earlier, intra-police charge, or the latter one involving solicitation of autographs from celebrities. We received this initial link and information from an anonymous source, and so could not confirm much of it, save for the published charges, beyond hearsay.

To find out if any of it was true, we then passed the link on to a couple of other researchers who might have better access to the newspaper archives than we do. This turned up two articles, BUT NO ARTICLES WERE FOUND DECLARING A RESOLUTION TO THE CASE. Hence, we have to assume that there was probably no conviction on the charges made, and that most likely it was handled internally by the DA and the SJPD. Fine. It doesn't resolve the issues our source raised, but short of any confirmation of anything final in the public records WE MUST GIVE MR. PAULIDES THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT, even as we might have our own private doubts. Daniel Perez of the Bigfoot Times, as well as ourselves and our allied research friend could find NO FURTHER INFORMATION. Efforts made by Perez to find out the history of the charges were STONEWALLED BY THE SAN JOSE POLICE DEPARTMENT. And the City Hall would only release information based upon a case number, which none of us could unearth. So, we must say, just let this issue lie, and LET'S GET ON WITH BIGFOOTING!

READ OUR PREVIOUS PREVIOUS POST ON THIS ISSUE.

HERE IS THE LINK TO THE ARCHIVED SAN JOSE MERCURY NEWS ARTICLE. The article in question is number six in the list. You will have to pay $2.95 to view the whole thing.

SEARCH NEWSBANK FOR YOURSELF. Just enter "David Paul Paulides" and it should come up. This search should bring up the earlier inter-departmental issues he was involved in. But remember... being a cop ain't an easy job.

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NEW FEATURE: BIGFOOT BOOKS' NOW READING LIST


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This section will appear from time to time to show you what we're reading, and will contain occasional brief reviews. We'd like to remind you to visit our constantly updated BIGFOOT BOOKS' BIBLIOGRAPHY OF BOOKS ON SASQUATCH, BIGFOOT AND YETI. For this issue we will just offer you this little pictorial taste:

THE CREATURE, by Jan Klement. A fascinating book, though it could of course be fictional. There are a few implausible elements in it, and the "author's" grammar falls a bit short of what one would expect from a Ph.D.-holding professor and scientist. However, as some have pointed out to us, the book does "get a lot right" about the true nature of Bigfoot. Beyond all of this, and the part where the Creature, Kong, travels 200 miles in one day on foot, it is an endearing tale of friendship.

BIGFOOT, by B. Ann Slate and Alan Berry. This one contains original direct work on the Sierra Sounds, as well as some other very strange stuff. Even more strange, like UFOs. Fascinating, and we have only just begun to re-read this one, a book we originally read at the age of 10 or so.

Also, just started... IMPOSSIBLE VISITS: The Inside Story of Interations with Sasquatch at Habituation Sites, by Christopher Noel. This is a fascinating book. We once feared reading it, lest it turn out to be a new-ager book. But lo, it is far from that! A very sensible book, in the sixty pages we read last night. We are enjoying it, and it is very well written with in-depth thought on the all the various Bigfoot phenomena and some good coverage of field techniques.

And yes, every month, we always read and then re-read Daniel Perez' BIGFOOT TIMES. Even if you feel you are totally hip to what's going on on the internet and social Bigfootosphere, Daniel's unique perspective and analyses will intrigue and keep you in perspective. This last month's issue contained a good survey of the Oregon Sasquatch Symposium written by now-"retired" Bigfooter, Darin Richardson. Yes, he is a "member" of what has been called by some "The Church of Autumn," a grouping containing BFers whose respect for the Squatch goes to the point of no longer wanting to "prove" it. We highly recommend that you subscribe to this newsletter, and probably to join the Church, too.

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ANGRY BIGFOOT SPEAKS!

What, me worry?

No hu-man. It you that need worry.

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This blog is copyright and all that jazz, save for occasional small elements borrowed for "research" and information or satirical purposes only, 2010, Bigfoot Books and Steven Streufert. Borrowings will be tolerated without the revenge of Angry Bigfoot, if credit, citation and a kindly web-link are given, preferably after contacting us and saying, Hello, like a normal person would before taking a cup of salt.