Thats the one!

Savell, is that sasquatch wearing a fanny pack?

This^^^

… naw think it’s a shadow… he’s tied to the power pole at the hilltop icehouse up the road from here in point blank Texas

Stan Gordon has a website on Bigfoot, UFOs and ghosts.

https://www.stangordon.info/wp/

Keith

Wayne, hopefully I get a glimpse of Bigfoot there this year. I saw a huge red headed guy at the last one we went to. He was close to 7' and probably weighed a bit over 400 pounds, without being very fat. He was the second biggest person I've seen in many years. As wide as I am across the chest and shoulders, he would make me look small.

Keith

Odd Large Footprints In The Snow?
Derry area, Westmoreland County
'As mentioned before, the Derry area has had a long history of reported encounters with Bigfoot and large footprints being reported. I have received some information that during the early snowstorm on October 29, 2011, a series of large footprints were observed in the fresh snow covering a large area that exited and re-entered the nearby woods. If anyone has any details about this and can forward me some photos of the tracks to examine, that would be appreciated'

Thats the area I was working.....like somebody couldnt figure out what the tracks were? Potential Bigfoot tracks and nobody took a picture? I call bullpuckey.

My ma did that was sometime in the early 70s because my dad was still alive and well enough to get a neighbor and track it from the Minnesota side of the line to a couple miles past that on the Wisconsin side they finely turned around and came back when the tracks went into a swamp

Ma said that whatever it was just stood there watching her then walked off, the next morning the tracks were still there, biggest track I’ve ever seen in person

Is that really the ol' bag's feet?
That's nasty.

That's so funny. Tiny little town,lived there for a year or so. That would've been in 77-78 when my Dad was pastoring a church there. My younger brother was born in the little hospital in Pawnee City.

I will keep my eye out for that guy Keith! Wow. He would be hard to not notice!!!!

Last name of Proffitt?

Well if there really is one, he must by awful smart. Knows how to delete his, hers, pictures off of all the game cameras out there.

Yes sir.

Was that the sister that was covered in moles?

lol, I remember that bit, Big Sam. Holy Moley

Was a small population in Michigan till a Dogman pack moved in and started a Learing center the squatch was afraid to come out and just dwindled away

THE STORY OF THE MOUNTAIN BIGFOOT

One day in 1997, I agreed to help my friend Dave move his stuff to southern LA. Houma LA to be specific. Now keep in mind that this should have been a simple 5 hour trip, but when Dave is involved, nothing ever goes as planned. First off, some (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman)-monkey convinced him that it would be quicker to go from Clarksville TN to Houma LA by going east to Chattanooga and then cutting the GA/AL corner.
Everything went pretty smooth all of the way through Chattanooga other than the fact Chattanooga is a filthy (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman)-hole filled with disgusting people. Or at least it was that day. We made it down to this area somewhere in the GA/AL corner which was mountains on both sides. Sheer rock walls covered in chain link fence so boulders will roll down and stay at the bottom of the road cut instead of making some station wagon full of little tricycle motors into a flat blob of blood and motor oil. The scenery was really cool, however, the road grade was very steep. It was easy to start to go too fast for the 10,000 hairpin turns the road made each mile. In one mountain valley we were driving through, there were a lot of deer which seemed bound and determined to kill themselves on my bumper. Now keep in mind that I am driving a Ryder truck, the biggest one they rent out, which is filled with about 15,000 dollars worth of antiques not to mention the household goods. Having to put the brakes on too fast could be disastrous to the contents.
As we drive along, I am driving, Dave is asleep in the passenger seat. A small group of deer bolts out in front of us and I am forced to brake a little harder than I am comfortable with. Dave wakes up and says “What in the heck is going on” I explain the deer and he reminds me about the $15,000 worth of his wife’s antiques in the back. I respond with “No (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman), would you rather I smoke a deer and cause us to be forced to wait for another truck?” He didn’t.
Dave goes back to sleep and I continue to drive down this mountain. I come to a gentle curve with a wonderful view of a huge mountain valley. There is a wall to the left and woods and scenery to the right. All of a sudden that is not the only thing I can see. Now there is this great big hairy thing about 7 foot tall standing in the road just inside of the white line. Just as I put my foot on the brakes, Dave wakes up and sees this thing 10 feet in front of him. Dave screams at the top of his lungs, as he is running up the back side of the seat with his butt-cheeks, “WHAT IN THE HEck IS THAT HAIRY MOTHER!!!!!!!!!!” Now picture a 230 pound southern Louisiana coon-(This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) with the accent to match screaming this out.
I hit the brakes so as to not hit whatever this thing is. Everything in the back of the truck slid forward at a rapid pace. Much faster than the front of the truck is moving. We could hear stuff breaking, but can not do anything about it.
In retrospect I should have run the son of a (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) down. It would have been a lot cheaper in the long run.
We get to Houma where the (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) is about to hit the fan. Now we have to explain to Sandy, his wife, that we destroyed her antiques, some of which were 200 years old and older because we didn’t want to hit a bigfoot. Naturally she thinks that we are out of our minds. She thinks that we are completely full of (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) and that we are morons because we could not come up with a better story than ---BIGFOOT.
In the end, the damage was totaled up to around $10,000. Sandy was mad, the insurance company was mad. Both Dave and I look like idiots to all of the above, and we have no proof of anything.
I don’t believe in bigfoot. I think it is all a bunch of crap. Yet, how in the (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) do I explain a bigfoot stepping out into the highway in front of me and seeing it clear as day? Everyone wanted to accuse us of drunk driving, drugs, stupidity, and about every other thing they could think of. Neither one of us had had a drop of alcohol neither had either of us been under the influence of any drug. I was wide awake and alert with no fatigue.
Think what you want, I saw it, a god-(This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) bigfoot. I still don’t believe in bigfoot, but what in the (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) was it? Some tard dressed up like bigfoot? A dummy? Something was there. Two people saw it. I think Dave pooped in his pants at least a little.
Maybe I should have run it down. At least then I would have a body. If it was some tard in a costume, Darwin would have claimed his rights. If it was some sort of undiscovered beast, I could have held the carcass for ransom for any amount I wanted. Either way, in the end, all I have is a story which most people who are rational think is bull or the ramblings of a xxxxxxx.