Robert Dodson and company are out on a night investigation when things start to get a little hairy. Sometimes it's better to stay in a group than to split up.
I was there that night. It was slightly chilly. I had my back up against a tree using it as support while I had my legs outward and bent at the knees.
I had a roll of paper towels under my arms and I was browsing the internet on my tablet. I farted and started to release a hot meal. It was steamy and I could feel condensation build up on the back of my thighs. All was feeling right and everything was coming out smoothly. I could see movement amongst the leave, I thought they may have been frogs at first. Then I got with one rock, two rocks, three rocks. I reel off several sheets of paper towels and bunchem up between my butt cheeks and turn around to see where these rocks were coming from. Then bam, right in the head with a log weighing about 75 pounds. I get up staggered. The back of my head caked and covered in the hot meal that my butt threw up. Im staggering about trying make an effort to run, but I look like Steve Martin in The Jerk with my pants around my ankles. I told my friends at camp that Bigfoot was throwing rocks and said they heard it, and was recording it.
Rumors abound on whether or not Finding Bigfoot will continue, but hopeful news is on the horizon. Snake Oil Productions, the production company responsible for Finding Bigfoot, is seeking a permit for filming in the Monterey, Virginia area. Monterey lies between the Monongahela and George Washington National Forests. Definitely a good place to look for bigfoot. We can only speculate if this means Finding Bigfoot has been signed on for additional seasons, or if perhaps a new bigfoot show is in the works. We'll keep you updated on any further announcements for sure.
Editor's Note: This is a guest post by Suzie M., a sasquatch enthusiast. Crypto-linguists believe that the species known Bigfoot/Sasquatch/Yeti/Yowie ect speak and understand a complex language, which by all accounts seems to stem from Asia. When one listens to it there is definitely a sense of it being Chinese or Japanese. It is a very odd mix of sounds, clicks and what could be actual words. This is the reason some experts are looking into the Asian dialect theory, some have said it could be a lost dialect, which was carried from Asia by the Bigfoot species that colonised America.
This story was circulating the internet way back in 2004, or maybe as far back as 1999. Back when everybody was on 56k dial-up modems and a "Facebook" was just a regular book with directory listing of names and headshots. This story was so disturbing and so shocking that nobody believed it at the time. It was the Robert Lindsay " Bear Hunter: Two Bigfoots Shot and DNA Samples Taken " story of the time. And like Robert's Bear Hunter story , this witness didn't have a name. The only thing known about the witness is that this person was a government employee, anonymous of course. The author of the story was a science teacher named Thom Powell who believe it really happened and that the whole story was an elaborate cover-up. Powell said the anonymous government employee alerted the BFRO about a 7.5 feet long/tall burn victim with "multiple burns on hands, feet, legs and body; some 2nd and 3rd degree burns". Sadly, there was no DNA samples taken from
Yes I simply adore a night-time "stalk" to comfort me - something to suck as I gently get rocked to sleep,
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I was there that night. It was slightly chilly. I had my back up against a tree using it as support while I had my legs outward and bent at the knees.
ReplyDeleteI had a roll of paper towels under my arms and I was browsing the internet on my tablet. I farted and started to release a hot meal. It was steamy and I could feel condensation build up on the back of my thighs. All was feeling right and everything was coming out smoothly. I could see movement amongst the leave, I thought they may have been frogs at first. Then I got with one rock, two rocks, three rocks. I reel off several sheets of paper towels and bunchem up between my butt cheeks and turn around to see where these rocks were coming from. Then bam, right in the head with a log weighing about 75 pounds. I get up staggered. The back of my head caked and covered in the hot meal that my butt threw up. Im staggering about trying make an effort to run, but I look like Steve Martin in The Jerk with my pants around my ankles. I told my friends at camp that Bigfoot was throwing rocks and said they heard it, and was recording it.