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An Archaeological Viewpoint of the Hairy Man
by Kathy Moskowitz

Located at Painted Rock in the Sierra Nevada foothills in Central California are bigfoot pictographs. This is an older article but one sure to inform. Go to www.bigfootproject.org/articles/mayak_datat.html

Deer Playing in the Snow

Each Monday the Next Chapter

Mary Joyce routinely watched the local TV news and read the local papers. She was surprised that this year no Bigfoot sightings had been reported by hunters in their area. Her mother and father both believed this was unusual.

“Not one hunting season goes by that we don’t hear of at least one fellow believing that he’s seen one of these beasts,” Mr. Bandwilly said. Actually, he commented on the fact several times during the course of the last family game night.

Mary Joyce was babysitting her brother Tiny this afternoon. Their parents were grocery shopping. Tiny,
on the floor at the end of Mary Joyce’s bed, munched animal crackers and teased Ralf, offering the dog a cracker then snatching it away. The two made such noise that Mary Joyce decided to take them outside where the whole world could absorb their racket.

Fall leaves were in evidence on the lawns now; the evenings were now cooler and not too many more weeks and winter would be official. A fat grey and white cat walked the fence top while Ralf scratched with hind leg, an itchy ear. When the dog finally noticed the cat, he bolted to all fours, barked crazily, and attacked the fence. The fuzz-ball cat, hair standing straight up across its back, leaped from the fence and shot across the street.

In frenzied state, Ralf pulled his leash from Tiny’s puffy fist. Barking doggie laughter, and in pure canine bliss, he loped in long strides after the cat. Openmouthed, brother and sister watched from the gate as Ralf disappeared into the woods at the end of the cul-de-sac.

“Wait! Don’t go after that dog, Tiny,” Mary Joyce ordered her brother, he already in the middle of the
street, crying. “Ralf will come back. Don’t cry, Tiny.”

Their parents were due back any time now and Beth was expected as well. “We can’t go after the dog! Do you hear me?”

In low spirits, Tiny caterwauled (cried) until his mother and father arrived home. His father, with Tiny in tow, soon went searching the woods for Ralf.


The strangest thing, while Tiny and Mr. Bandwilly were still away in the woods, Ralf came running with a lolling tongue down the street from the opposite direction of the woods.

At dinner that evening, Mr. Bandwilly enjoyed himself telling of their adventure looking for Ralf. They hadn’t gone too many feet into the woods when Tiny brought up the subject of Bigfoot in his little boy manner.

There was a fine line between entertaining a young boy and frightening him. But, Mr. Bandwilly decided
that since Tiny had brought it up, it would be all right to talk about the animal.

The soft spongy ground under the pine and fir trees made walking noiseless; only their voices interfered with the silent woods, but from time to time a woodpecker tat-tat-tatted far off. And several times they heard running water trickling just off the path, behind tangled thickets or under fallen logs. Tiny held tight to his father’s hand the whole time they searched for Ralf, and watched for the shaggy animal, Bigfoot.

A white-tailed deer sprang in bounds across their path and crashed into a brittle-branched thicket. They both caught their breath as it broke and snapped dry branches in its effort to flee. Tiny whooped with excitement. Soon they were laughing, and did so all the way back to their street at the edge of the woods.

Tiny yelled for Ralf the whole time; his dad whistled for him. But there was no sign of Ralf, until they walked out of the woods. There, way down the street at the gate of their yard, Mary Joyce and Beth stood with Ralf safe on his leash.

Beth was sleeping over. At dinner, both girls listened with interest to Mr. Bandwilly tell about the excitement of watching for Bigfoot in the woods while searching for Ralf. Tiny added a few excited, little-boy words and wild arm flourishes to the conversation, even kicking the table leg once.

With Bigfoot taking up so much of dinner’s conversation, Mary Joyce and Beth decided to research sightings in their area on the computer. While the family watched TV, Beth and Mary Joyce, in the corner of the living room, family close by, read about Bigfoot. Many sightings for several years back were listed on one Bigfoot Research Site.

“Listen to this, Beth,” Mary Joyce cleared her throat loudly and read, “ ‘It was the hardest thing I ever did.
I didn’t look at it, but just walked on by it. I knew I shouldn’t run, so I made myself walk. I didn’t speed up or slow down. It was just so scary!’ ”

Mary Joyce turned and looked at Beth. “Do you know where the girl was when she saw Bigfoot?”
Beth shook her head and Mary Joyce continued, “Right out there in those woods, at the end of the street.”

“Where your dad and Tiny were today?”

“That’s right. The only thing, it was in 1978. That’s a long time ago.”

Beth yawned. “I’m so tired of yammering about Bigfoot. Let’s go to your room, turn in and talk.”

“Well, it was great fun finding something on Bigfoot in our area. I’m becoming surer and surer that what I saw was a Bigfoot.” Mary Joyce switched the computer off and pushed the chair close up to the desk. She turned to address her friend, but she was already saying goodnight to Mr. and Mrs. Bandwilly. Tiny was already tucked in and asleep in his bed.

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... to be continued.

D. Grover of the Kozy Kitchen Restaurant would like you to know:

Important notice: It was brought to my attention Saturday that some character had posted a YouTube video claiming he had talked with one of our employees at our Kozy Kitchen restaurant in Myrtle Point. First of all, our employees can't and will not ever give out information over the phone about our patrons. Second, no one remembers any such call. I have viewed the video and will notify the man to remove it. Third, State law prevents anyone to record a conversation on the phone without informing the person that they are being recorded. I have notified the police for them to view it for legal action. Our patrons are important to us and should never be subject to this kind of trick.
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Thank you for this notice. Please let us know what you decide after getting the police results. ... LNP