Bigfoot Hunt #4 Central Florida

  I reached the woods in Central Florida in the afternoon. As I listened to the radio on the drive in, the tragedy in Newtonville, Conneticutt grew from a mere report that several police cruisers were being seen at an elementary school to a massacre of twenty first-graders and seven women. I tried not to get bogged down with the agony around such an event, but instead concentrated on the task at hand. I was glad to find the dirt roads moist as that would hold tracks well. It had rained for several days, but there were still quite a bit of tire wear on the roads. I would find out later that the probable reason for that was a speckled trout run at a nearby lake that was connected to the St. Johns River. But the edges of the road were clean, and I looked there for tracks. I immediately began seeing deer tracks. Then I came upon a bear track with a much smaller companion track that I theorized was the cub bear. I got out and took pictures of the tracks.
Having drivern for about an hour without seeing another human being, I was happy to see a car approach me. I had driven by two houses deep in the woods, and this car must have been going to one of them. I was sure it was a local car because it was a rattletrap. The road has a distinct washboard pattern to it that would soon beat a car apart. I saw a marker for a historical site but couldn't walk to as I couldn't hoof the half mile to it due to a necrosis (dead area) in my knee. The primary vegetation of the woods seemed to sand pines, scrub oaks, and saw palmettoes. I kept an eye out for the threatened Florida Scrub Jay. I understand that they are even shier than the Blue Jay and are rarely seen except on wires. They also require scrub oak around eight feet tall as habitat. I drove in second gear, which is the most quiet gear and kept my head on a swivel, looking in all four directions, including behind me by the use of the rearview mirror. I came upon a lake and immediately saw an immature Bald Eagle flying over it. I drove out onto the dam where fishermen were pulling into and beginning to congregate. I asked an old woman if they caught any fish. She replied, "Yes, we caught speckled trout last night."There was quite a breeze coming off the lake and most everyone was bundled up in heavy, old, fishing clothes. The fishers were mainly serious, country people not fishing for sport but for food. And very good food at that! I spoke with a better dressed man wearing a U.S. Marine Corps (pronounced with a silent p, Commander-In-Chief Obama) and was informed that just minutes before he had passed about eight wild hogs on the other side of the dam. Thinking that I might get a picture of one and even that Bigfoot might be pushing them, I slowly, as was required, drove across the dam to the other side. The pigs were nowhere to be found. The area on this side of the dam was deemed a no hunting zone.This little area was a prime Bigfoot spot. Fish in the locks, hogs in the woods, and deer everywhere. There are numerous stories about Bigfoot being in the salmon runs right along with humans on the West Coast. Plus there are sightings of him crossing highways with a fish in one big hand.  To Be Continued, Pete Nickerson 352-359-0850 Anyone in the Alachua, Florida area interested in riding with me on Bigfoot hunts, please call me. I could use another pair of eye in the front seats.

Error & Dr. Ketchum Thoughts

The proper spelling for "Old Four Legs" as J.L.B. Smith referred to her is coelacanth. Sorry. I didn't mean to imply that any criticism of Dr. Ketchum's finding that Bigfoot is an ape-human hybrid would be purely emotional. When she makes such a statement, she either needs to have her findings published quickly in a journal or she needs to release quickly the paper that shows how she arrived at her startling conclusion . The Bigfooters have been dragged through enough scams. If she's lying, she deserves your and my vitriol. There's got to be some honor somewhere on this earth! Nobody's perfect, but everybody can't be a psychopath. Two-Guns. 352-359-0850

National Forest Rude To Bigfooter

Today I called the Ocala National Forest Visitor's Center. It is a rainy, weekday, and I was sure the visitor's center was not bursting with tourists. I wanted a list of trees and shrubs in the forest so the next time I blog about hunting Bigfoot, I would be able to say something more intelligent than " I saw lots of trees and shrubs in Ocala Forest.Duh."In my first call, I found out there were books available. I called a second time because I wanted to know what side of the Oklawaha River the center was on since I have the fear of going over the bridge there. The third time I called to see about shipping books to me. I also immediately apologized for calling three times, saying that I could only think of one thing at a time. In the discussion about shipping books, the worker said something like this : "You've called here three times and keep talking about trees and shrubs.He said it in an accusing manner, and next time I will ask, "Do you have a problem with that?" Instead, I hoped his ill will would go away and finished the discussion about shipping books. He was negative about that being done. I thanked him for his time and said good-bye. He hanged up without a word. Very unprofessional.
  This rudeness was on the heels of reading in the Journal last night that the Forestry Service in California is trying to drive an oyster company out of business simply because it doesn't like the business. It even presented a "study" purporting to show that the oyster boats were stirring up the water so much it was damaging  marine life. Somehow the company was able to ascertain that this was libel: the study came from New Jersey and it was about the effects of jet skis. The bullying of the National Forest staff has become so egregious that California Senator Feinstein has been moved to chastized the staff in a letter.This is significant because Senator Feinstein is a lover of Big Government which rules by force and violence. She is usually no friend of the sanctity and freedom of the individual. In this case she sided with the latter, so the abuse by National Forest had to be great. I am also happy to see that the oyster company is trying to sue the National Forest staff. I hope the business can sue and wins. If you as a Bigfooter or simply as a citizen had trouble with the National Forest people, I'd like to hear from you. I am hearing that National Forest is very anti-human and doing everything it can to keep people out of areas it designates as pristine.
When Bigfoot is finally recognized by the flat-earthers, we do not want unreasonable restrictions put on human access to National Forests. Call me, Two-Guns  352-359-0850

Bigfoot Hunt #3 Continued

This hunt took place in Ocala National Forest, about 400,000 acres in Central Florida. At dusk I saw a huge black area in the brush on the other side of a low-lying area. I was still on the perimeter of the Navy bombing range. Aware that Bigfoot will sit down with his back to you, apparently hoping you will think you are just looking at a black stump, I stopped the truck and put my glasses on the spot. It was just a black area. Disappointed, I proceeded down the sandy fire trail and immediately came upon an area that was black from a fire probably from a bomb. The black area behind me must have been a finger of that fire. I eventually hit a paved road, and as most of the traffic was going to the right, I did too.
I drove for miles without seeing any road signs until I read that I was in Altoona which is on the way to Eustis. Having gone into Ocala National Forest on the west side, I was now out of it, having come out of the southern end of the forest. I pulled off the road and consulted my maps. I was apparently on Route 19 going south, the wrong way. I turned around and finally got back on Route 40 and worked my way home. I passed a gray fox, standing off the side of the road, intelligently waiting for me to pass before he crossed. He had a white throat and smart black eyes. I got leg cramps and had to stop and rub horse liniment onto my legs. The hunt lasted from 11 a.m. to 9:30 p.m. To get into Ocala Forest, I had to cross a bridge over the Oklawaha River. I have a fear of heights and was very unhappy with the amount of fear I experienced going over the bridge especially in the daytime when I could see how high I was. If you have any Bigfoot sightings, please call me at 352-359-0850. Thanks, Two-Guns

Breaking News! Bigfoot Is A Human Hybrid !

 I need to interrupt my acount of Bigfoot Hunt #3 to recognize Dr. Melba Ketchum's finding as read at Huffington Post where the  force and violence of Big Government are respected rather than the sanctity and freedom of the individual. According to it, Dr. Ketchum has analyzed over 100 alleged Bigfoot samples over 5 years, and has found three nuclear genomes that suggest a male ape reproducing with a female homo sapiens about 15,000 years ago. One possibility is that Bigfoot is the nine-foot tall Gigantopithecus who supposedly went extinct 9,000 years ago. Dr. Ketchum says that specific tests have been run that rule out human contamination. As many of you probably know from reading the sightings, many hunters have not shot Bigfoot because there was a human quality about it. They were apparently right. This would also vindicate the many American Indian legends that say Bigfoot carried away Indian women and had children by them. There are also early Bigfoot investigators who stated that Indians had told them of personally knowing women carried away by Bigfoot and in some cases, returned to the Indian camps with children by Bigfoot. If Bigfoot also ate humans as the Indian legends claim, this new finding by Dr. Melba Ketchum means that they were engaged in cannibalism. Due to the emotionality and immaturity of the times plus science's great reluctance in accepting a new species or accepting the fact that a supposed extinct species is really still extant like the coleanacanth, a fish, I applaud Dr. Ketchum's honesty and courage in coming forward. Screw the noisy barbarians, Doctor! Maybe they'll grow up some day. Happy trails, Two-Guns

Turkey Scratchings At Jennings Forest

This fresh turkey scratching along with many more was right off one of the roads at Jennings State Forest just outside Jacksonville, Florida. Hunting is regulated in the forest, and as is obvious is very thin or turkeys wouldn't be scratching along one of the roads. All the Bigfoot reports I have seen have come from kids from neighboring homes and indicate herding efforts by Bigfoot. I hypothesize, based on my day at Jennings, that the sightings come from kids because there simply aren't that many adults in the forest.

Bigfoot Hunt #3 Ocala National Forest

  This hunt actually took place between the last two Bigfoot searches, and it started off well. I saw a dead coyote on the side of the road. I went back and looked at him. He had a beautiful, full coat just like that of a cottontail rabbit. I didn't think to take a picture. It was a very unusual coat. Even a creature as intelligent as the wily coyote, probably the third most intelligent animal in the woods after humans and Bigfoot, can't always deal with a four lane highway. In a little while, I saw a bald eagle, white tail and head, gliding down to the road just ahead of me and over a little knoll. As I pondered whether I should put on the emergency signal, I came over the knoll and there was the eagle right on the side of the road eating a dead opossum. I had to slow down to give him room to take off. I continued south until I found Route 40 which goes out of Ocala City through the Ocala Forest. It was neat seeing icons for bear on traffic signs. I finally found a fire road and got off the paved road probably much to the relief of the convoy of cursing drivers behind me. I was only going forty to fifty miles an hour, both trying to save my engine and because I have driven slow for such a long time that I don't like higher speeds. I first went to Honeymoon Lake and then wandered about the southern part of the forest. I saw quite a few hunters, but no one had a deer. It was a blustery, cool, damp day. Too windy to hold a scent for the dogs. I enjoyed seeing the hunting dogs in their boxes on the trucks. One had his head outside the box and was baying as if he were on a hot trail. The sound was exhilarating as I was raised with a kennel of beagles and loved hearing them run, recognizing whom the voices belonged to. I wandered upon a Navy bombing site. The signs not only warned to watch out for falling bombs, unexploded bombs, but also invisible lasers. I couldn't wait to get away from the bombing site, but it continued to be on my left side for a long time. I had apparently got on the perimeter road. The numbers of the roads did not correspond with the numbers on my map so I stopped using the map. As I drove, I noticed something that looked like a small snake although it seemed too cold for snakes to be out.
I straddled him with my tires as I drove over him and then got out. He slithered off the road and into the weeds. He was grayish-brown, very slender, and did not seem to have rattles. I immediately put on my supposedly snake-proof gaiters, called Snake Guardz, in case I did any walking around. A snake bite is very painful even if it's not fatal, and it leaves an ugly area on your skin as the bite contains enzymes that immediately begin digesting your flesh, basically. I also saw panther tracks about four inches wide and bear tracks. The very scientific Florida Fish and Wildlife Commission has decided by default to use you and me in our vehicles to keep down the number of bears. Can't allow hunting them with clean kills. Oh, no! That would upsed the satanic, yet very pesky, greenies. Don't want them mad at the Wildlife Commission.
 Contrasting with the many new 4x4 pickup trucks driven by hunters in their spiffy camouflage, I saw a battered, old truck with a little old man peering over the steering wheel. He had wild, white hair and beard and no camouflage clothing. In the back of the old truck was a single dog, a rotund hound who looked like she was his regular dining partner at home.I couldn't help thinking "God bless them" as they drove by.
To Be Continued. Two-Guns