By: Jim Myers
Friday, October 14, 2016
Bigfoot “Tree Stump”
I have learned that when it comes to Sasquatch there are three types of people: Those who believe that Sasquatch exists, those who do not believe, and those who don’t not believe. Come again? That’s right. The third group aren’t sure if they believe or not. They’re not fully believers, but they’re not not believers either. I guess you could say they’re on the Bigfoot Fence, so to speak. We created our Sasquatch Encounter Discovery Museum for all three groups… but mostly for group #3. Since the beginning of April we’ve had almost 2000 visitors to the museum which, for a little town like Bailey, isn’t half bad. So if you’re a #3 (or even a #2) I think you’ll find our little “Experience” worth the small entry fee, and you might just come out scratching your head - wondering if we’re the crazy ones, or if there just might be something to this whole Bigfoot thing.
Last month I wrote about the Sasquatch gifting sites we have outside of Bailey. Since that writing we have continued to have almost daily activity at both sites, but even more importantly we’ve had a class A sighting. By “Class A” I’m talking (in Bigfoot researcher lingo) about an actual visual sighting. Footprints are awesome, and hearing a scream in the woods can turn your blood cold… but there’s nothing that can replace seeing a living, breathing Sasquatch. One of my research partners was walking through the woods recently towards one of our sites when he heard a dog bark in the woods. He stopped and looked around, but no dog. He continued walking and eventually came out of the woods onto a trail that leads up the mountain towards our second site. Once again, he heard the same bark – this time coming from behind him. He turned to look down the trail, and about 60 yards below him he saw what looked like a big, square, blackened tree stump in the middle of the trail. For 2 or 3 seconds nothing happened, then the “tree stump” suddenly turned and stepped ( “glided” is a probably a more accurate word) into the woods. As it turned he noticed a greyish color on the head and shoulders. When he first told me this story, he thought that what he’d seen was a hiker on the trail. I asked him why a hiker would have hidden from him in the woods, and after a moment’s reflection he replied, “I guess that is a little strange.” I asked him how the “hiker” was dressed: “All in black, with a black backpack”. Hmmm – how many hikers do you normally see on a hot summer’s day, dressed like a Ninja wearing a black backpack? I’ve seen this phenomenon before with other eye-witnesses (my wife being one of them): when confronted by a living creature that we’d always assumed was the stuff of myth and legend, our brains may try to “re-design” the experience into something safer and more familiar – like a Ninja hiker, or a blackened tree stump. The moral of this story: Seeing is not always believing.