Announcement: Bigfoot Ballyhoo has been under attack, in the past, by a couple of people who wished Ballyhoo and its editors to look as if they were hoaxing information.

One of the biggest examples would be the claim that we made up the ESP Team, Bill Emery, Cole Saxton and the late Hank Parchell. A well-known bigfoot researcher found photos that looked like Emery, Saxton and Parchell. He claimed the three to be the real men and not any part of the ESP Team. (In fact, he claimed there was no ESP Team).

And then while the Emery Team was processing trail cam photos a couple were sent to Ballyhoo. These photos turned out to be well-known bigfoot photos, one from a movie and one of Patty. The technician’s son that was processing the trail cam photos replaced the real photos with fakes. In good faith Emery sent the dallied-with photos to Ballyhoo. When it was found out what happened it was explained.

Another photo of a footprint with a believable history was given Ballyhoo to post. Turned out to be Tim Fasano’s photo from Florida. Again, we’ve given explanations for each occurrence. We were hoaxed.

We in time recognized each hoax and explained what happened



Saturday, May 28, 2011

Jad And David Fair-Sasquatch



Enjoy a Sasquatch Song. This is from Youtube under DissoluteAristocrat.

An Interesting Article on Bigfoot

Sasquatch Threaten Couple Picnicking on Banks of the Tualatin River Oregon, 1967

Example of Aggressive Behavior
Click on Link to Enjoy This Article

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/8098145/sasquatch_threaten_couple_picnicing.html?cat=44

Bigfoot Column

Talk About Your Sighting


Last week we received two bigfoot sightings from the Elliott State Forest area of Oregon. One sighting was from 1982 and the other was only a few days ago. So much for those that complain, “Anymore, we just don’t hear about people seeing these creatures very often.” We at Bigfoot Ballyhoo believe the animal is spotted more often than most people think. They evidently are just not being reported. On the Internet there are so many bigfoot sites it’s hard to number them, hard to keep up with all the information available.

Bigfoot is an intriguing subject to many. While the mention of bigfoot brings knowing smiles (meaning you must be nuts to believe in bigfoot) to a great many people’s faces, we at Ballyhoo believe it is a very serious subject. Why? The Forest Service has been running ads on TV, encouraging us to take our children to the forest. If this animal exists, and we believe it does, the public should know that it exists, should be told that it exists! As any animal, it could be dangerous or could become dangerous. Most of these things are reported to be huge, over six feet and hundreds of pounds. Isn’t it our right to know if this animal is out there? Indeed, bigfoot has been sighted by Forest Service employees, policemen and many people with impeccable reputation.

We’ve just had some horrific downpours recently in Oregon. Please be careful if you should take to the back roads of our mountain forests. We have many slides after such rains in mountain areas. I was told many years ago about a narrow mountain road crumbling and sliding down the mountainside after a truck passed. The truck and its passengers were stranded. It has been so long ago, I don’t remember the outcome. I picture in my mind a helicopter having to retrieve the truck. Now that could be expensive!

Please remember, at Bigfoot Ballyhoo we do not try to find out who you are in order to question you about your sightings. There are many Internet sites that will take your name and follow up on your sighting. We encourage you to use these sites. The scientific community should at least have an idea of how often this animal is being spotted. Keep your cameras close at hand when in “Bigfoot Country.” It will probably not be proof to science of bigfoot’s existence, if you should click that best yet photo, but what fun for you to get it.

Until next week, Linda Newton-Perry

New Children's Bigfoot Story



                                The Breaker of Arrowheads

Little Brave sits splashing his bare feet in the narrow but deep creek that snakes along the edge of his tribe’s camp. His feet are almost too cold. But he keeps splashing them anyway.

In his clenched hand he holds an arrowhead, a broken arrowhead. It was his last one. Today he was to have gone hunting with his father. Now he could not. He would be required to stay behind and prepare himself a supply of arrowheads, and no doubt be pressed into some woman’s work.

The arrowhead that he held, now biting into his palm, had been broken by his cousin, on purpose. The cousin, Big Ears, was jealous of Little Brave’s hunting feats. Little Brave seldom came home without meat. Big Ears often had nothing to show for his time in the woods while hunting. So out of jealousy, Big Ears broke Little Brave’s last arrowhead.

Little Brave watched his cousin walk into the near woods, the last in line of the hunters. Tears stung at Little Brave’s eyes, but he would work hard to not let them fall onto his cheeks. The evening sun twinkled at the top of a tall fir as it fell into dusk on its way into night.

The tears in Little Brave’s eyes made the distant trees waver. The air was heavy with mouthwatering smells of drying deer meat. Still, he splashed his numb feet in the icy water. Something ahead of him, some animal, was working its way down one of the fir trees about twenty feet away.

He looked up, spotting the heavy rump and legs of what appeared to be a black bear, slowly coming closer to the ground. He had no arrowhead for his arrows. A rock, he’d look for a rock and dispatch the animal that way.

A smooth rock he lifted with both hands. He quickly turned to face the bear still about ten feet up the tree. What was he looking at? He saw very clearly fingers on the bear’s paws. A bear with fingers? A creepy crawly feeling shot through his body.

The animal let go of the tree’s trunk and landed on all fours. It whirled around, still close to the ground, breathing loudly and bearing yellow teeth. It wasn’t a bear. It was one of the hairy men of the forest.

Was the smelly thing advancing on him? Little Brave rose to his full height and backed slowly away. He stumbled over a boulder. His eyes left the animal for what seemed only a second. While Little Brave fell, the animal sprinted into the forest using the same trail his father and Big Ears took. Little Brave did not know where the animal had gone.

This day got worse because Big Ears came from the day’s hunt with a story of his own about spotting a hairy man. The only good thing about the whole wretched day was that Big Ears yet again did not bring home meat. He came home only with a story of a hairy man.

These hairy men were seldom seen by anyone. So, it was with great mirth that Little Brave kidded and poked fun at his cousin. And he did not tell anyone of his own sighting of a hairy man. He just didn’t want to endure the laughing that he knew it would bring about.

He preferred laughing at Big Ears’ story and that the young hunter and breaker of arrowheads had again arrived home empty handed.

                                                The End



It's the Weekend!

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Cougar Tracks & Signs by Tony Nester



If you are planning to spend time in the woods wouldn't it be nice to recognize mountain lion prints? This video will help.

This video from Youtube under Ancient Pathways.