Wednesday, July 15, 2009
#178 In Memorian
Earlier this week, Justin Smith passed away after being in a coma for ten months. His death is still a mystery. He had gone for a ride on the four-wheeler, and later he and his vehicle were brought back to his home by some strangers who then disappeared. They were never found. I knew Dustin because he loaded the vehicles at a local feed store. It was a job only for the very strong and the careful. Justin gave me a tan panther sighting. He saw the cat by his home which was on the north border of O'Leno State Park. He had also seen a cougar in Colorado, and was a great lover of nature. May you rest in peace, Justin.
Monday, July 6, 2009
#177 Early White Man's History Of Bigfoot
I read through "The Unidentified," and "Creatures Of The Outer Edge" by Jerome Clark and Loren Coleman Sunday, looking for mention of Bigfoot. First, the authors opposed the idea that Jacko, the ape-like creature supposedly caught in British Columbia in 1884 was a baby Bigfoot. The authors wrote that the research showed that there was only one source for the story, and that source fabricated the story (page 29).
The Bigfoot sightings in Antelope Valley, California were those of a three-toed Bigfoot (page 31). You may recall that I have written about Christian's report that there is a three-toed Bigfoot in his area, and bear hunters are trying to get their dogs to run his trail. Talk about exciting!
The Northern Athabascan Indians of the Canadian Plains and Alaska, have long believed in the "Nakani" whom they also call the "Bushmen." They say that the Bushman, a hair-covered, manlike creature, cannot be caught or killed and should be avoided. They even cast their eyes down when they think they are near one. At least, this is what Bob Betts and Jim McClarin reported after flying into the isolated village of Ruby on the Yukon in 1970 (page 32). It took a couple of days before the Indians would discuss the Bushmen, but said they visited the Indian villages in the fall because the Indians were drying salmon then. Salmon disappeared at night.
In the July 17, 1918 editon of the "Seattle Times," there is an article about hairy creatures, seven to eight feet tall, attacking a miner's cabin at Mt. St. Lawrence near Kelso, Washington. But that was all the article said, and unbelievably, there was apparently no followup by the newspaper (page 37).
Sunday evening, I stopped reading and went into the edge of a big woods in an area I've received some old Bigfoot sightings and track reports. As soon as I got out of my vehicle, I smelled the odor of rotting flesh. It was private land so I didn't go any farther. Rotting flesh is the odor of Bigfoot, but the odor could have simply been that of rotting flesh. Peter Nickerson, MS, MSW at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.
The Bigfoot sightings in Antelope Valley, California were those of a three-toed Bigfoot (page 31). You may recall that I have written about Christian's report that there is a three-toed Bigfoot in his area, and bear hunters are trying to get their dogs to run his trail. Talk about exciting!
The Northern Athabascan Indians of the Canadian Plains and Alaska, have long believed in the "Nakani" whom they also call the "Bushmen." They say that the Bushman, a hair-covered, manlike creature, cannot be caught or killed and should be avoided. They even cast their eyes down when they think they are near one. At least, this is what Bob Betts and Jim McClarin reported after flying into the isolated village of Ruby on the Yukon in 1970 (page 32). It took a couple of days before the Indians would discuss the Bushmen, but said they visited the Indian villages in the fall because the Indians were drying salmon then. Salmon disappeared at night.
In the July 17, 1918 editon of the "Seattle Times," there is an article about hairy creatures, seven to eight feet tall, attacking a miner's cabin at Mt. St. Lawrence near Kelso, Washington. But that was all the article said, and unbelievably, there was apparently no followup by the newspaper (page 37).
Sunday evening, I stopped reading and went into the edge of a big woods in an area I've received some old Bigfoot sightings and track reports. As soon as I got out of my vehicle, I smelled the odor of rotting flesh. It was private land so I didn't go any farther. Rotting flesh is the odor of Bigfoot, but the odor could have simply been that of rotting flesh. Peter Nickerson, MS, MSW at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.
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