Cryptic News from the Willow Creek View. Transhuman Sasquatch Strangeness from the Middle of Nowhere.
A Voice Howling out from the Klamath-Trinity-Siskiyou Wilderness. This is the Megaphone of Steven Streufert and Bigfoot Books, a Used Book Store in Willow Creek, Humboldt County, Extreme Northern California.
Bigfoot roams the hills, but he also appears in bars. The creature is exploited in merchandising products and used for humorous gags. Though all of this, including pranksterism and hoaxing, gets in the way of serious investigation of the subject, one has to admit that it is... funny. [Parental Advisory: this blog entry contains murder, gross bigfoot nudity, and terribly bad beer! Parents are advised not to view it.] Here one may see the LOGGER BAR in Blue Lake, in an undated photo that appears to be from the 1960s. The thing on the platform around which the men are gathered is a BIGFOOT CORPSE, supposedly shot up in the hills east of town. One may find this historical photo among many others documenting the logging heyday of Humboldt by looking in the hallway right before the restroom doors. In the admittedly "blobsquatchy" enlargement (click it to view even larger), one may find the "creature's" head to the right side, with its hand dangling out further.
This image, found in SIMON LEGREE'S Roadhouse, in Hawkin's Bar (about ten miles east of Willow Creek on Hwy. 299), depicts a jokingly vandalized JIM MCCLARIN BIGFOOT STATUE in Willow Creek. This act of local hooliganism really happened, sometime back in the 1980s. It is not a Photoshop job. Simon's bar also has a relic of the days around 2005-06 when a quite tall man calling himself "Paul Bunyan," from somewhere around Redding or Anderson, had planned to lead a Bigfoot Outdoor Camp and expedition training in our area. He came here, carved a lot of wooden footprint stompers, chopped some trees, and then disappeared. One may also find the Coors Beer Wildman raging from banners and posters in many a bar or liquor store.
Here's one sighting from Willow Creek's FORKS LOUNGE. The Forks is right across the street from the famous Bigfoot statue and the Bigfoot Collection, at the Museum.
Some of you may not have heard that famed 19th Century Russian literary novelist, IVAN TURGENEV had an encounter with a Wildman--or I should say, wild woman--that includes apparent erotic pursuit. While swimming in a river, "Suddenly, someone's hand touched his shoulder. He looked around quickly and saw a strange creature... gazing at him with great curiosity. It looked like something in between a woman and a monkey. The creature had a wrinkled face of a monkey. Messy red hair was framing the face and flowing down the back.... He started swimming to a bank of the river, not even trying to understand what he just saw. However, the creature was swimming beside him, touching his neck and back and feet." The amorous wild creature had to be driven off with a whip. It's actually a pretty typical sighting of an Almas in that region, and typical for the time period. Read Myra Shackley's book, "Still Living?," aka "Wildmen," for some fascinating, non-North American ABSM-ery. We'd also refer the reader to Chad Arment's "The Historical Bigfoot" and Scott McClean's "Big Newsprints" (link to right). Older bigfoot-type stories seem to lean more often than not toward the feral human rather than ape-like subjects. Check the whole story out HERE, at the interesting CARGO CULTE blog, a great source for all your "Freak Belief" needs.
I won't even begin to talk about the Jack Links Jerkey ads. Someday Sasquatch is gonna soundly kick their asses!
OK, sorry about that!!! I'm feeling lazy today.
Coming up soon, the Bald Hills Expedition, Meeting Mr. Moneymaker, and the Klamath Trip futilely looking for the BFRO.
Copyright Steven Streufert 2009, save for Jacklinksquatch and Turgenev; images and quotes from text free to use with full credit and link to this blog.
Just when you thought it was dead and gone for good (or bad), a certain "Theory" has arisen again and endeavors to gnaw on the brains and brain power of all involved with Bigfooting. Despite factual debunking from numerous credible sources, as well as this blog, it persists in various places. The voice of this theory issues forth like a persistent subliminal message saying "Be Dumb, Be Dumb, Be Dumb" from a certain ArtistFirst Bigfoot Central "radio" station. A certain Southern-Fried Bigfooting Forum, the name of which is coded below, is like a kennel of attack dogs for this theory. Following on the conversion of one noted "Bigfoot-Is-Human" believer, an ex-cop from the southern Bay Area, another prominent long-time BFer has lent her prodigious imaginative mind to the slow contamination of the once reliable Bigfoot Encounters web site. Where once facts and documentation once meant something, even in this somewhat wacky world of Bigfoot, now people can just make stuff up from the raw boogers of the imagination, molding them into the shapes they prefer. We are on the record debunking this "Theory" (peruse our side links for past posts and interviews), but here we'd like to forewarn you that it is BAAAACK. And it is coming to a run-down, dumpy B-grade DVD theater near you. Yes, that's right, it's... MKD's Flying Circus: "Incident at Bluff Creek." View the trailer for the film below. You will be astonished, believe us.
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THE ADVENTUROUS TALE OF MKD.... (The following text was found buried in the sands of Bluff Creek, scrawled in blood on an old and weather'd parchment made of Sasquatch hide. Read on if you dare!)
Beckjord the Grey, disciple MKD, and a Bigfoot turning to leave.
Years ago in time out of mind a little man from the Southern Shires came forth from his hole-in-the-ground home bearing a bound manuscript volume of great Ideas of his own Invention, entitled, Bluff Creek Incident: There and Back Again. It was a great achievement in the mind of this diminutive, furry-footed, erstwhile picture analyst by trade. It made him a Name and great Fame among the townsfolk of Gcbro, and other hamlets throughout the Southern Lands. In it he vanquished the dark lords and their orc minions from the frigid, frozen North Lands, sending these "Canadians" back down into their subterranean cave lairs. This, then, is the brief telling of this tale of the great Hero, one Mrodo Kibbets Daggins, or as we shall call him hereby his popular name of repute, the Honorable Noble Knight of the Shire, MKD.
Gather round, hear the telling of the tale! Hear how around him gathered from far flung hobbitine holes the Grave Lord MonsterHunter, the stern White Queen BS, and the loyal Dark Duke Dave of Gilroy Province. Hear how he, the adamant MKD, was first set on the Path of Adventure by the wily wizard, Beckjord the Grey. Hear with thine own ear how he slew on the grand voyage that followed the grim and pitiless serpent, Giant Salamader. Hear how he righteously stole the honored Great Ring, signet of Footer of the Year, from Sir Danny of the Southwest, and how he gave it to his trusty footman, DonDon, for safekeeping lest he garner of it power too great (still, he secretively donned the ring surreptitiously, while up in his tower chamber at Castle ArtistFirst). Hear how he traveled far-flung trails to the holy site of Discovery in Bluff Creek, California Territory, a continent away from his humble home, and dangerously adjacent to the Dark Lord Green's Northern lair. Hear how MKD saw clearly that all other chroniclers were wrong, and only he the rightful and truthful heir to the truth, and the True Site.
Know that Truth descended in mighty Glory, being brought to him in grand visions of the mind (kindled by the sage herbal intoxicants given him in his tea by the sorcerer Beckjord). These hidden and cryptic truths were dispensed by him in fardels borne by myriad henchmen, lest He, MKD, be known as the Source of what to the Dark Lord Green of the North could only be taken as the Causative Slander of Great Battle. Know and see how wily MKD, like Odysseus of old, enfeebled the mind of the great warrior Cyclops of "Ape" (also known as Gigantopithius) and confounded his troops with the many-layered Onion of Conspiracy.
Yea, internally he received, and outwardly he saw, vast projections upon the landscape of the venerable Celluloid Called P-G. Famed MKD is, and rightfully, for showing in this Film the Beast of God, a human form with braided hair and stick in hand, big-footed, as she walked into glorious martyrdom and Sacrifice for all Folk of the Good South at the hands of Northern reivers, and their shadowy Wraiths of Washingtonia. She and her Relations were felled by the musket ball of the Evil Titmouse and the dread Dwarf warrior, Gimli. The grave consiglieri, Dahinde Rene documented and depicted it for All across the flat Earth to see. And they spent the wretched remainder of their days covering up their shame with fig leaf books and pamphlets on "Big Foot." Only the Noble MKD saw through the Great Lie, and only he, with the aid of his scribe, Johnny-John Grendel could decipher the mystery from the obfuscatory haze; and only they master the great technique of the Sacred rainbow DVD.
Great armies converged from all provinces upon that tiny sandbar of Bluff Creek! For yea, it was as prophesied of old, the site of End Times and Great Portent. Alerted by gaunt and raving logging company scouts in the Southlands, Lord Green with great stealth assembled his cadre of assassins to descend upon this last, Lost World tribe of Big Foot. Human they were, though hirsute, odoriferous, and of great bulk; and expert they were at avoiding all technique of fire, writing, possessions and homes. Full of Goodness they were, the bane of Lord Green. Terrible and grievous this Canadian was, and forth from his Castle Harrison Hot, poured forth his vile and sub-human, ape-like servants. Upon Bluff Creek they assembled, and there they made a large Hole upon the sandbar to receive the blood of the Sacrifice. The snare set, into the woods they dissolved, awaiting their prey.
We need not say more to the believing Public, need we? Into the Bloody Hole their bodies fell, the hairy ones, and they were skinned, beheaded, and buried with the sinful, black fume belching Backhoe of Whitson. Red flowed the creek's waters, and red the sand with the prints of the Hounds of Moffit. Buried were the bones, lost the true tale of the extirpation, and watched over it was by the dragon Salamander. Flood and Clear-cut took their tolls, time washed away the traces of the Crime, and lo, even the roads began to be taken back into Nature until even the site was lost.
One dark apostle, Patterson the Short, was sent forth to beguile and dissimulate among the People, false prophet of Lord Green that he was, accompanied by Gimli. His film, infernally wrought upon a mystifying strip, clipped and trimmed of all but one bloody image at its start, was soon shown upon every wall and magic glass within the known boundaries of the world circle. So great was the enchantment that no one save MKD (protected from the sleep of reason again by Beckjordian Art) knew of the baleful, sinister, exsanguinated but also redemptive Truth. Across plain and vast pinnacles, crossing, past demon and hideous guardian beasts alike, MKD traveled. To Bluff Creek he came, and to the Site he walked through wood and water, until there he found the holy relics, a metallic wire, a piece of bone. Femur of Sasquatch held aloft to the wrathful Northern skies, MKD howled and raged, imperious he stood in the canyons shadows. I shall go forth now to the world and proclaim this Terrible Mystery, he proclaimed. And a Voice came from on high, saying, "This is my prophet, and he shall be the only One in the Land who shall see, who shall know, and let all others be blinded by Science, History, and Reason."
Returning to the Southern land of Miss Is Ippy, MKD built the lone tower of Bigfoot Central, and began his arduous task of discovery and proclamation. Long days and nights he spent poring over every frame from the Film, his eyes blear and crossed, until from the still images forms began to emerge, to move, to speak to him of forgotten lore and fable. Though Massacre it was, and Murder as Big Foot was Human, MKD made firm his resolve that No Name would his Theory have. It Dare Not Speak Its Name, as such words would slay the minds of men, rendering them irredeemably lost to the realms of Day. Finally, Truth was his, and alone his, the Account of what no one else had Seen and Known, that only He, MKD, could know and see, as he was blessed with second sight, and third sight, and....
[Here the manuscript abruptly ends.]
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OK, maybe not. Let us stop this already. MKD has threatened us with retribution, anyway, from his faraway castle in the South.
Lest we further incur his wrath, pleased be ye to view the following occult and mystic document, smuggled out of the Southern district of YouTubia by an intrepid messenger.
Did that work? If not, click this link to the INCIDENT AT BLUFF CREEK trailer YOUTUBE, or try it here on BF ENCOUNTERS.
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Look! There are UFOs, "Rods," Bigfoot Bones, and Space Worms in the PGF, too!
THE THEORY THAT DARE NOT SPEAK ITS NAME!!!
Recently, on BIGFOOT ENCOUNTERS, Bobbie Short posted a very lengthy article analyzing film splices said to have been done to John Green's copy of the PATTERSON-GIMLIN FILM. It was a cryptically worded essay, hiding very strange implications and assumptions behind a distracting wall of technical jargon. What was she saying? Basically, first, that the "real" PGF was only thirty seconds long, and not the near minute it covers today. Huh? The other thing, which the whole essay built up to in an agonizingly long crescendo, was that there was SOMETHING in the "hole" seen at the beginning of the film, in its earliest frames. This echoed something another researcher (on Artist First) had said over and over again: there was some "thing" in that "bloody hole" at the start of the film. What WAS it, we asked. We looked at the last image for a long while, our eyes grew crossed and tired, and then, like one of those strange 3-D hidden-image books and posters, the image emerged. Here is what we saw, and now we know what these "researchers" have been talking about for all this time. Ha! Have a look below. The last few images were sent to this blog by an anonymous source; the first image is from the BF Encounters page (now removed from the site, in cowardice, we suppose), with text we added.
See the bottom of this blog post for more supplementary "Bigfoot Corpse" and early PGF images that will help place the above absurdity into context.
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BIGFOOTING FASHIONS....
Paragon and Icon of the Well-Dressed Bigfooter. Peter Byrne.
PETER BYRNE, who will be appearing as a special guest at this June's upcoming 2011 OREGON SASQUATCH SYMPOSIUM, has always been a paragon of Bigfooting fashion. He is the link between the old British Colonial "Great White Hunter," and today's decidedly less civilized, but much more practical, Bigfooting attire and image. Recently, thanks to long-time Squatch Historian, Larry Lund, we received these very interesting and significant pieces of Bigfoot history... Mr. Byrne's garb and Jeep logos.
The door panel from Byrne's BIGFOOT RESEARCH PROJECT Jeep,
a million-dollar-funded unit with several cool safari vehicles, paid
employees, and a lost filing cabinet full of extensive sighting reports.
Signed by Byrne, the Jeep spare wheel cover, front and back.
A weathered pith helmet, signed by Byrne, which has seen many an
expedition. One never knows when a Yeti may hurl a rock at one's noggin.
Another, newer pith helmet, signed by Peter Byrne.
A true icon of Bigfooting: the Peter Byrne safari/hunting vest.
How many rolls of film with photos of Bigfoot on them were lost in
those myriad pockets, never to be retrieved?
Interior of the vest, signed by Peter Byrne.
PHOTOS ABOVE BY AND COURTESY OF LARRY LUND.
Used with his Permission.
Of course there are always alternatives....
Or, you could always dress like this, the modern
para-military Squatcher image as modeled by Steve Kulls. http://squatchdetective.com/
How NOT to Squatch
We have seen James "Bobo" Fay wearing camouflage flip flops at Louse Camp in Bluff Creek. Now THAT might be going just a little bit too far!
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PETER BYRNE... his "resume":
Peter Byrne's life story is the fabric from which legends are woven… and reads like one of the epics handed down to us by men like Hillary of Everest, Livingstone of Africa and Shackleton of the Antarctic. Exploratory white-water river runs in the Himalaya, China and East Africa, high mountain expeditions in search of the Abominable Snowmen, an investigation of the Loch Ness monster, a best-selling book about the Bigfoot mystery of the Pacific Northwest, five years as a tea planter in north Bengal, two decades as a professional hunter running his own big game safari company, designer and creator of the beautiful White Grass Plains Wildlife Reserve in Nepal, discoverer of the largest elephant in Asia … these are but a few of the facets of an extraordinary life of challenge, adventure and achievement.
Born in Dublin, Ireland, he was raised in the country educated there (St. Mary's College, Dundalk) until he was eighteen. He then joined Britain's Royal Air Force and served for four years with its Air Sea Rescue service, 1943 to 1947, with World War 11 combat zone service in South East Asia, mainly in the Cocos Keeling Islands of the Indian Ocean, where he was part of the top secret Operation Pharos, planned for the invasion of Japan. He was awarded three campaign medals.
Upon leaving the RAF, he joined a British tea company, the Dooars Tea Company Ltd, with offices in London and estates in north Bengal, India, where, through the last days of the British Raj, he spent five years in the tea growing business in managerial positions.
In 1953, he resigned from his tea company and walked from Darjeeling, India, to Katmandu, Nepal, a distance of 350 miles. There he obtained a big game hunting concession of 200,000 acres from the government, in the White Grass Plains, (the WGP) a remote and untouched area in the far southwest forests of Nepal. He formed his own company, NEPAL SAFARIS, and personally operated it as a full-time, professional hunter, running big game, trophy-hunting safaris for rich and famous clients … for tiger, leopard, buffalo, bison, wild boar, deer and crocodile, through to 1970.
In 1968, concerned with the decline of wildlife in the Indo Nepal region, he gave up hunting, returned the lease of his safari concession to the government of Nepal and recommended that it be converted into a protected wildlife park. In that year he also established, in Washington DC, the International Wildlife Conservation Society Inc., (IWCS) a non-profit organization and using this to generate funding, designed and created a new park from his old hunting concession. The result, today, is the beautiful White Grass Plains Wildlife Reserve (Sukila Phanta), a 200,000 acre sanctuary that is one of the finest of its kind in southeast Asia.
When the park was completed, before returning to it to operate eco tours and photo safaris, he formed one of the first high-mountain, white-water river running companies and opened up, with exploratory descents, four of Nepal's unknown Himalayan rivers to this dangerous and challenging sport. He also organized and led the first descents of the Galana Sabaki River in the Tsavo Park of southern Kenya, and the Li River in China.
Peter Byrne is a contributing writer to SPORTS AFIELD magazine. His published books include TULA HATTI, THE LASTGREAT ELEPHANT (Faber & Faber, 1980) the story of his discovery of the largest elephant in Asia, with an introduction by Jimmy Stewart. THE SEARCH FOR BIGFOOT, (Simon & Schuster, 1990) an account of the Bigfoot mystery of the Pacific Northwest and his own experiences investigating it. GONEARE THE DAYS, (Safari Press, 2002) an account of his years as a hunter in north India and Nepal and his transition from hunter to wildlife conservationist, with an introduction by Charlton Heston. SHIKARI SAHIB, (Pilgrims Press, 2002) a collection of stories about man-eating tigers including some of his own experiences with man-eaters. GENTLEMAN HUNTER, a detailed account (the result of many years of field work) of the history of man-eating tigers and leopards in north India and southern Nepal, published by Safari Press, Huntington Beach, Ca. And two novels, RAIN FALLING AT CASCADELOCKS, a love story based in the Pacific Northwest and THE GREEN EYE, an action adventure saga set in India and Nepal.
His latest releases (2009) are, A., a reprint of his book, TULA HATTI, THE LAST GREAT ELEPHANT and, B., his new FIELD GUIDE TO THE WHITE GRASS PLAINS WILDLIFE RESERVE, a guide and listing of all of the mammals, birds, fishes, snakes and reptiles of this unique 200,000 acre park where he as spent so many years. And planned for 2010 are two more books …the second part of his autobiography, to be titled TALES FROM THE CAMPFIRE and a second book on the Bigfoot mystery of the Pacific Northwest of the USA.
Peter presently (2009) serves as the Executive Director of the International Wildlife Conservation Society (www.internationalwildlife.org) and designs and implements wildlife conservation programs for the government of Nepal. These include elephant and tiger studies and wetlands reclamation and to this end, until recently, he spent up to eight months of each year in Nepal. He is presently building a private, not-for-profit safari lodge in south west Nepal, adjacent to the WGP, which will be used as a base for scientific research to support these and other programs.
He is fluent in Hindustani, Taru and Nepalese. He is also a Member Emeritus of the Explorers Club of New York and a Member of the Academy of Applied Science of Boston, MA. His hobbies and interests, beyond writing, include big game photography, mainly of tiger, which he likes to stalk on foot; he is one of the very few men in the world with the ability to call up tiger. He was recently featured, (November 2004) as being unique in the world of adventure and exploration, on the prestigious Outdoor Channel’s Circle of Honor program. And as of June, 2005, he was been invited, as a Guest of Honor and War Hero, by the Australian government, to attend ceremonies in the Australian owned Cocos Islands in connection with his WW 11 wartime service there with the Air Sea Rescue branch of the Royal Air Force.
Many young men dream of adventure and challenge, of living among primitive peoples, of crossing unknown deserts, exploring tropical jungles and making the first descents of unknown rivers. Peter Byrne has lived, and continues to live this dream.
We just have to say... if it is true that he has done only 10% of these things listed above he would still be considered a real-life Indiana Jones. Too bad he can't add: SASQUATCH CAPTURED at the end of the list, eh?
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SUPPLEMENTARY MATERIALS
Image from X-Creatures, John Green's PGF copy, showing early frame
spliced in the wrong way. See comparison merge below.
Here is another version of the early frame. R U Serious, B.S.?
This, et seq., showing stabilized frame-by-frame screen captures we did.
Do YOU see a "bloody hole"? Do YOU see a "Bigfoot Body" there?
We sure do not.
John Green's Film Copy. The two frames merged, corrected and flipped,
and slightly side-shifted after film break/splice, showing that there
was one sequence with nothing cut out, just two mis-spliced frames.
THREE OTHER "INDEPENDENT VIEWS" OF THE SAME PAREIDOLIA EFFECT...
This blog is copyright and all that jazz, save for occasional small elements borrowed for "research" and information or satirical purposes only, 2011, Bigfoot Books and Steven Streufert. Borrowings for non-commercial purposes will be tolerated without the revenge of Angry Bigfoot, if notification, 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. No serious rip-offs of our material for vulgar commercial gain will be tolerated without major BF stomping action coming down on you, hu-man.
Blog Reader Bryan Puzzles over the NCJ Bigfoot Article
Image Courtesy of the Reader
BIGFOOT'S BLOG, LATE-SEPTEMBER 2010 EDITION, a.k.a, WTF Does This All Have to Do with BIGFOOT, Anyway?
OK, so this "news" came up, and we'll just have to deal with it somehow, even though the disgust we felt about it kept us away from wanting to blog for nearly three weeks. Hence, the Willow Creek BIGFOOT DAYS and BLUFF CREEK TRIP, Part Two blog entries will just have to wait a while more... not to mention our second Bluff Creek film site documentary filming expedition, and the follow-up trip up the creek to the P-G site upcoming. Let these be nuts stashed away for the fall and coming winter. So it goes, to the back burner, along with so many other crazy topics boiling over back there (yes, the Bluff Creek Massacre has raised its ugly head again). Sorry, but it isn't every week that one gets accused of being the next Charles Manson. We admit it, it's funny. Nor does one find oneself often in the cover story of the best local paper. Read on, we dare ye....
There's a LOT crammed into this blog entry. Sorry about that! Don't miss the great new Bigfoot painting from JESSE WIEDEL, found below.
"I am still LOVE, LOVE, LOVING your blog! I have finally made it through almost all the posts of the last ~21 months. Highly anticipating your next Blog entry!"
---N., a blog reader
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North Coast Journal of Politics, People, Art,
...and BIGFOOT? 9/23/2010
In the September 23rd issue of THE NORTHCOAST JOURNAL, published out of Eureka, CA, we were featured in a story written by Heidi Walters, concerning our battles against the Trolls formerly in control of the BIGFOOT FORUMS, erstwhile known as the "Jimites."
****************************************** Let's see... the GCBRO Forum says I am Evil. The JREF says I am a Weirdo. And now the Bigfootery Enquirer says I have "Charlie Manson eyes." I suppose I must be doing SOMETHING RIGHT with the blog...!
Patty Manson? Confirms on
googly eyes, evasive and suspicious
disposition, hippie beard and hair,
swastika forehead and cone head.
(Yes, we, too, read "Find Bigfoot"
on Facebook!)
SOMETIMES ONE JUST HAS TO GOOGLE ONESELF.
We guess it's all fair, in love, Bigfooting and war; but there are crucial distinctions to be made in terms of both motive and execution. In our protest against the tyranny of unfairness and crony-culture that had come to dominate the old BIGFOOT FORUMS (BFF), we had used over-the-top and sometimes ridiculous satire to get our point across. We called forth the ghosts of Stalinism, Nazism and Orwell's Big Brother to reveal the absurdity of a discussion board presided over by an oligarchy of "administrators" and "moderators" who were anything but moderate or impartial in their application of the "rules" by which the Forums were supposed to be governed. AND IT WORKED (well, maybe... see below for an update). The BFF was shut down and reconstituted under a new administration, new rules, and a new internet host. The load was taken from its founder, Brian Brown, and yet the BFF was preserved, with the archives hopefully soon to follow. The power, too, was taken away from the "dogs" and trolls who were controlling it. Away from a group that has jokingly been called the "Jimites."
BFE: A Blog About the People of Bigfootery... and their BS.
A recent blog entry by the BIGFOOTERY ENQUIRER took digs at us, calling us a "Gorilla."
Read it here: GORILLAS IN OUR MIDST, if you care. BFE-guy had been getting a bit edgy lately, as we along with Steve Kulls of SquatchDetective Radio and some secret others tried to unearth his secretive identity. What concerns us here is the COMMENTS on this entry (see below the main text through the link above, and quoted here, below). We had left a comment, to which he replied, "Steve S, you have Charlie Manson eyes." This puzzled us a bit, but our suspicion led us to Google ourselves; and lo, we found an evidential trail connecting the BFE author to the BIGFOOT DISCUSSIONS Board, the true home and den of Bigfooting iniquity of THE JIMITES. Yes, all of those nasties, for the most part anyway, have retreated back to this boggy hollow (if not the JREF). In any case, The BFE had also said this: "One gorilla is a blogger that one week says he is done with the politics and drama and the next week is right back in it." This statement, referring to us, was also a clue. The implication is of bipolar indecision or emotional extremism (which we do NOT suffer from), and was confirmed as sourced from the Jimite faction on the BFD Board, where we were not only compared to Manson, but also called "BipolarBigfootBoy." Talk about our blog (and person) on the Jimite-dominated BFD started a week before the BFE blog entry, culminating on the presentation of Manson photos (compared to us) on the BFD on the SAME DAY as on the Bigfootery Enquirer. OUR CONCLUSION?? BFE IS A JIMITE, or at least sources heavily from that discussion board. We think many of his "stringer" sources are also Jimites. With only 750 total members on the BFD, surely mostly inactive and non-posting, it should be a piece of cake to identify the screen name and posts of the BFE author. We will be looking....
BFD: The Last Great Mystery, i.e., Why Are Some People
in Bigfooting Compelled to be Such Jerks?
Serious? Seriously... BAD.
Look at the members role of the BFD forum and you'll see a lot of familiar names from the old BFF: Teresa, RedWolf, MasterBarber, etc., etc.
The thing is, we did satire based upon something real: their behavior in the past, and their recent conduct on the BFF. It was all clear as day, right there in the discussion threads, how absurdly in violation of the original spirit of the BFF they were acting. What do we get as a return salvo from the so-called Jimites? Mocking implications that we are "psycho," and attempts to get under our skin (or rather, make themselves, low as they are, feel better) by making fun of how our eyes look. We can't help it if they feel uncomfortable with our gaze, as it really is the truth they are afraid of, their reflection of their own composite visage that we throw back at them. Anyway, that googly-eyed photo was meant to be... funny, you freaks.
Jimite Jim's OWN self-
representation on the BFD.
Who needs satire when this is
how they show themselves?
There are no Jimites, really. As a matter of fact, it's all dark. They are all just a loose confederacy of TROLLS.
Do we really "believe" in the "Jimite" conspiracy? NO. Obviously, there is safety in numbers for cowards and snark-masters; and yes, they have done great kinds of damage to the Bigfooting community in the past. But do they have any real power of effect? No longer. Are they some kind of grand Illuminati? Hardly. It is more like a dive bar down the road from the trailer park. They all hang out there, sharing their squalor. We hope to dispense with them from here on out as NOT WORTHY OF OUR ATTENTION.
From "Masterbarber": Loren has "issues" and everyone knows it. Amen and anyone who had doubts about that probably doesn't after reading his latest re-posting of rumors from America's favorite internet sh*t rag- BipolarBigfootBoy's blog.
"Ty" Avatar on BFD
"Ty" on BFD
From "Ty": "Those eyes just scream mental patient....LOL"
Now, it is one thing to satirically comment on the behavior of some annoying trolls on an internet forum, as we did; but it is another thing altogether to actually come out and say someone is a "mental patient" or is "bipolar." As these are NOT TRUE (we have never been institutionalized, nor ever needed the help of the field of Psychiatry), these statements go beyond jokes to real, legal slander. Ah well, we don't really care, you wankers.
What we did on our blog was like a POLITICAL CARTOON. If you know how those work, their effect is achieved by exaggeration of features or situations for a comical but also critical result. They are a form of commentary. Though it did make us chuckle to see the Manson thing, really, to accuse us of having problems of psychological health and specific disorders goes beyond that. It is not only petty, but also slanderous. Having NOTHING productive to say in response to our criticisms, and obviously incapable of doing so intelligently, the BIGFOOT DISCUSSIONS folks can only get cheap jabs in, not a pertinent response nor an acceptable excuse for their sorry behavior on the BFF. Oh well.
Read the "controversial" CRYPTOMUNDO article posted by Loren Coleman here: BFF Shenanigans Unmasked.
BFE: Fake BF Statue Standing
in the Mud?
THE BIGFOOTERY ENQUIRER RUNS AND HIDES, and then Returns. We Feel a Tiny Blip of Disturbance in The Force.
NOTE: All the clues you need to figure out whom SquatchDetective, Steve Kulls, has concluded is the anonymous author of this blog are contained below. Only the true BF insider will know what it all means.
The heat was on, with Steve Kulls announcing to us back in very early August that he knew who was the author of the Bigfootery Enquirer gossip blog. We investigated it too, and we're not 100% sure Kulls is right. There were subtle signs on the BFE blog, though, that he was getting a bit cagey and defensive, all while leaving odd clues in a "Treasure Hunt" to tempt his readers to discover his location and perhaps identity. Building up the heat, Kulls invited us to appear on his show along with Henry May to discuss this odd blog and its mystery author.
Our appearance on Steve Kull's SQUATCHDETECTIVE show on BlogTalkRadio, September 6th, 2010: BIGFOOTERY ENQUIRER
Listen to it and the context will become more clear.
After that show, where Kull's decided NOT to out the blog author, we started taunting him a bit on the Comments section of his blog. This came right after Brian Vargo said to BFE, "YOU ARE AN IDIOT." Anyway, we tried to be a bit more civil. Here is a transcript of the comments and the brief BFE replies:
S. on September 7, 2010 at 12:22 pm: Mr. Clay, is that you?
Manson Foot? Or just a reflection of
Jimite paranoia?
[BFE] We Reply: Steve S, you have Charlie Manson eyes. Trying to shut down places with contrary points of view is unamerican, and scary.
Steve says: (Your comment is awaiting moderation.) September 10, 2010 at 7:30 am Huh? I didn’t try to “shut down” anyone. Those dogs came after me! All I did was point out the lack of civility and fairness on that site, the hypocrisy of their “rules,” violated by administrators. What single view can the BFF be said to have, anyway? I don't try to shut down views, just BS. Oh, and thanks for that kind thing about the eyes. If you were not so cowardly perhaps I could make fun of the shape of your nose?
We [BFE] reply: And this is just parody, sarcasm, hyperbole or something other that what you really think, right? From your blog: "Perhaps this conspiracy and the coming documentary he’s [Kitakaze] supposedly making can be shut down just like all of us stopped the Bluff Creek Massacre theory in its bloody tracks before they could make books and films based on it. If not, watch out Kit–the Gimlin Guard is coming to get you! Mooohaaahahhahaaa."
Humorous and goofy profile image
we used on Facebook. Do we really
look like Charlie Manson? Making a
funny face does not make one crazy.
Steve says: (Your comment is awaiting moderation.) September 10, 2010 at 7:32 am Manson? Such a high level of discourse over here! What is this, elementary school?
Steve says: (Your comment is awaiting moderation.) September 10, 2010 at 7:36 am Sorry if my intensity scares you, Gregg.
So, protest is "un-American"? What about the Revolution this country was founded upon? What about the Civil Rights Movement? Should they have shut up and not said anything, too? "Scary"? Only to those hiding in the shadows behind anonymous screen names and blogs. Only to those who cannot conduct themselves within the confines of ethical discussion. What I did was point out the problems, with some satire; and lo, the place changed, hopefully for the better. A success, unmitigated! I dare you to publish this. I will. Anyway, I was the one who said some good things about BFE on Kulls' show. Keep up the good parts of what you do, it's fine with me.
on September 14, 2010 at 8:36 am | Reply Steven Streufert, Bigfoot's bLog Discrediting a bogus theory like the “Bluff Creek Massacre” is not censorship; it is more like peer review. No? If Kitakaze’s documentary trying to debunk the PGF hinges upon the flawed stories of Bob Heironimus, then it, too, will fall by the wayside as Bigfootery detritus. If he is able to actually prove something as fact with real evidence beyond tall tales and speculative imagination, then more power to him. Yes, at times I do use exaggeration and satire on my blog, for effect, and I assume my readers are smart enough to identify the distinction.
Look at this with googly crossed Manson eyes and you might just see
the cool 3-D effect! Click to Enlarge.
Oddly enough, the BFE actually published most of the above. The site normally does not let many comments through save by those written by its own cronies, or when a joking attack may be made upon the comments' author.
Then a strange thing happened. The blog became PRIVATE, requiring an invitation to read it, along with a user name and password. Very strange! What was going on here? Was he chicken? Couldn't he handle the heat? Well, we still don't really know. He came back a few days later chuckling about it all. We suppose he's just playing what he thinks is a clever game. Well, we're glad the blog is back up and running, as it is one more crazy wheel turning in the weird machine of Bigfootery. We're always up for more of the strange, even if it is a bit nasty. At least the BFE has a sense of humor, which, decidedly, the Jimites DO NOT!
So folks, let's laugh about the silly stuff, and get on with the better things in life.
[DID YOU GUESS THE BFE IDENTITY FROM THE CLUES ABOVE??? What do you think? Is that the right guy, or not?]
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On Facebook one of our Bigfooting online friends voiced his concern about the BFF, and told the story of how he has already been "WARNED." This, he says, was for standing up to the negativism of skeptics and skoffers.We hope things have not gone bad already; but these days we have been reluctant to get back into Forums lurking ourselves. We quote:
Brian Vargo says: "The BFF should be renamed ... the BSF: big skeptic forum. I may be warned for this post too. Maybe Mr. green or Mr. purple will warn me??? Whatever you do... do not make any derogatory statements to a skeptic on that forum no matter how many they make to you. And by all means do not indicate you believe in BF on the BFF, You may be warned.
I made the mistake of letting the skeptics get the best of me. Sat there patiently reading sarcastic derogatory stabs at believers. Had enough so i just made a comment that the BFF is called the BFF for a reason. its about bf. and the skeptics are getting in the way of good bf discussion. I made the suggestion they go to the JREF and beat their chests. MISTAKE. Think mod. Mr. green and Mr. purple are skeptics themselves. They didn't raise my "warn" level, however i was told they would not tolerate such rhetoric. Wonder if the scoftics are getting the same attention. LOL for some reason I don't think so. I may just be a whine bag to. oh well. Speaking my mind only gets me in trouble Steven. :( Didn't even call them idiots... LOL, i just said they may be a little ignorant to the subject since they are so quick to down everything. As the Go-Go's once said...."My Lips are Sealed" :|
NOTE: Vargo is fairly new to the Bigfooting pursuit, but he has already drawn ire from some of the nabobs. After calling the BIGFOOTERY ENQUIRER an "Idiot" he even got a BFE blog entry all his own. Read it here: A Big Thank You to Brian Vargo
****************************************** From this blog's COMMENTS on past entries:
Anonymous said... Hello my name is angela. im in colleage and i am writting a paper on a Persuvive speach. Iv been using a lot of jeff meldrums sites and info becasue he provides the largest amount of proof i can find. im tring to include encounters and believers. my biggest issue with this is that i have to answer the question why. why should people care weither he exists or not. For scientific reasons i can think of many but for the average person i am struggling. how would you answer this question?
September 18, 2010 5:41 PM
Yours Truly, at the ATL
Sasquatch Film Night,
photo by Bob Doran.
Steven Streufert said...
Angela, as they say about climbing Mt. Everest--because it is there! Why should people care? Well, they should care about the realities of their world, the universe they live in, every bit as much as they care about stupid things like American Idol. Sadly, the "average person" does not really care, a lot of them, and the world spins on without them. We should care, as if Bigfoot is proven to be real it will be an utterly devastating blow to the false sense that humanity has that it dominates and understands the world. Obviously, we are helpless before most of the fundamental realities of existence. Bigfoot, on the other hand, demonstrates freedom, strength, independence, and the Mysterious.
"We investigated the Mr. Mike story after contact with Lan. Mike is a nice man with Night Blindness and an active imagination. He is very lonely and there are absolutely is no way there could be a Sasquatch, much less ten in his backyard. He started to cry when he realized he was seeing things. He needs medical attention and not to be exploited by a talk show host for ratings."
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BIGFOOT painting courtesy of the
Genius of Eureka, JESSE WIEDEL
HANDY ONLINE FORUMS INSULT TEMPLATE
We offer you the following for fun. If you ever find yourself on a Bigfoot forum with nothing nice to say, or nothing about Bigfoot in your brain, just post some or all of this. It's Great! You don't even have to think of a logical response... just copy and paste!
(Found in a very old folder on our computer, we could not find out its original context nor source.)
"You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformation. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? Try to edit your responses of unnecessary blather before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to all, but they will be able to access it more rapidly. You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.
Master-satirist,brilliant nutcase,
Manson mocks straight society.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. You smarmy lager-lout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry piss-head cock-up pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad hair. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel."
wHAT mE sAY, hU-mAN? YOU tHE aNGRY oNE! yOU aND aLL iNTERNET hU-mANS. mE jUST wANT tO sTAY iN hILLS, eAT hARVEST oN fARM, wAIT fOR sALMON rUN. mE sTAY aWAY fROM yOUR bOOK sTORE, aND mE NOT tRY rEAD aNY oF wHAT yOU wRITE tHIS tIME!!!
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This image, found in SIMON LEGREE'S Roadhouse, in Hawkin's Bar (about ten miles east of Willow Creek on Hwy. 299), depicts a jokingly vandalized JIM MCCLARIN BIGFOOT STATUE in Willow Creek. This act of local hooliganism really happened, sometime back in the 1980s. It is not a Photoshop job.
Simon's bar also has a relic of the days around 2005-06 when a quite tall man calling himself "Paul Bunyan," from somewhere around Redding or Anderson, had planned to lead a Bigfoot Outdoor Camp and expedition training in our area. He came here, carved a lot of wooden footprint stompers, chopped some trees, and then disappeared.
One may also find the Coors Beer Wildman raging from banners and posters in many a bar or liquor store.
I won't even begin to talk about the Jack Links Jerkey ads. Someday Sasquatch is gonna soundly kick their asses!
