Monday, December 30, 2013
An Experienced Hollywood Costume Maker Assesses the P-G Film
Bill Munns, a longtime Hollywood costume maker says the creature in the famous Patterson-Gimlin film could not have been a person in a gorilla suit or any other costume. Watch his video analysis.
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Bigfoot language
R. Scott Nelson retired from the U.S. Navy as a Crypto-Linguist with more than 17 years experience in Foreign Language and Linguistics, including the collection, transcription, analysis and reporting of voice communications.
He is a two time graduate of the U.S. Navy Cryptologic Voice Transcription School (Russian and Spanish) and has logged thousands of hours of voice transcription in his target languages as well as in Persian. He is currently teaching Russian, Spanish, Persian, Philosophy and Comparative Religions at Wentworth College in Missouri.
No apes or bears have a real language.
The Nephilim Chronicles
On a radio talk show, author Fritz Zimmerman discusses his many years of research into ancient burial mounds in America--and the discoveries of giant skeletons in them. Again, I don't agree with all his views, but his findings also support the idea of giants occupying America.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Yikes, I just realized that--assuming anyone ever shows up and reads these posts--you will have no context for my previous posts because I failed to tell you about the first novella in the series, Fierce Hunger. Here's the cover.
And here's a bit about it: In the spring of 1876, when two Colorado deputies return to the tree they’d tied their horses to before chasing a fugitive into a forest, the horses are gone, without a trace. As they walk back to town, leading their bound prisoner, they discuss the possible reasons for their predicament. Xavier Garza, the half-Zuni deputy, believes he knows the answer: Atahsaia—a Zuni word meaning cannibal demon. His partner, Thomas Wilkins, scoffs at such superstition, until the mounting evidence changes his perspective on monsters—and on trust
And here's a bit about it: In the spring of 1876, when two Colorado deputies return to the tree they’d tied their horses to before chasing a fugitive into a forest, the horses are gone, without a trace. As they walk back to town, leading their bound prisoner, they discuss the possible reasons for their predicament. Xavier Garza, the half-Zuni deputy, believes he knows the answer: Atahsaia—a Zuni word meaning cannibal demon. His partner, Thomas Wilkins, scoffs at such superstition, until the mounting evidence changes his perspective on monsters—and on trust
Monday, November 18, 2013
Giants in America
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Fierce Pursuit
Excerpts from Fierce Pursuit (available soon)
Xavier revived just before we entered the town. Naturally,
he wanted to know about his wife and son. We—the Langstons and I—tried to
comfort him without giving him the devastating news. He would not be denied,
however; he insisted on the truth, all of it. In the typical Xavier Garza
manner, he kept his emotions in check, mostly, as we gave him the dreadful report.
Had it been me receiving such news,
I suspect I would have leapt from the wagon, stolen the nearest horse, and
ridden back to the ranch to look for signs to follow, for some way to recover
my loved ones. And my efforts likely would have been wasted. Xavier, being less
given to his emotions and more methodical in his approach to troubles, lay back
down, quietly. His emotions were not unaffected, but rather than surrendering
to them, he was, I was quite certain, praying.
We
jogged through the rain and across the saturated ground until we reached the dead
beast. Even as we approached it, I began to doubt that the brute before us was
the same one that I had clearly seen carry away Elana and Pablo on that
horrible night. That creature’s ugly face was seared into my memory. But as
this one had lost much of its face, I could not come to a conclusion about its
identity from such an observance. Instead, I sought to gauge the present
beast’s size. It appeared to be noticeably smaller than the one that carried
away Elana. I had estimated that one to be at the very least twelve feet tall—and
I was still confident of that estimate. The beast Xavier’s shot brought down
appeared to be no more than nine feet tall. I asked Walter, who’d been measured
at six feet, three inches, to lie down beside it. By my comparative measurements,
the creature before us, even with its entire head intact, would indeed have
been about nine feet tall. It was not the Atahsaia we sought.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Why Bigfoot?
Apart from a relatively small--but rapidly growing--community of believers (squatchers), the response from most people at the mention of Bigfoot or Sasquatch is a muted chuckle at best. So why would a new novelist risk being relegated to the ranks of conspiracy kooks right out of the chute?
Until about a year ago, I was a skeptic--although I'd straddled the fence for a while. I was just out of high school when I first saw a clip of the famous Patterson-Gimlin film (the one where the big hairy beast walking along the dry riverbed looks back over its shoulder before disappearing into the forest). Roger Patterson filmed that clip in in 1967, five years before I saw it, in a remote area of Bluff Creek, a tributary of the Klamath River, in northern California.
A year after seeing that film, I was headed off to my first year of college, just a few miles from where Patterson shot that famous film, the one that by then I had heard debunked so frequently and vehemently that I too had dismissed it as a hoax. I never gave it another thought throughout my twenty-seven years living in the Pacific Northwest. I was so confident of Bigfoot being a myth that several times before Mt. Saint Helens blew in May of 1980, I hiked through the huge lavacast caves known as the Ape Caves--the long portion of the caves, going north.
I thought no more about the legendary hairy beasts until last year, when I bought a recumbent exercycle. I wanted to watch something while riding, so on my Internet video I tuned into an episode of Monsterquest. The episode happened to be about Bigfoot. I chuckled. But I decided to watch while I completed my ride. By the end of the show my skepticism was fading.
I watched more Bigfoot videos while riding each night. Then I began reading reports (contemporary and going back through the centuries). I was transforming from skeptic to believer. Too many people (thousands, over several centuries and on virtually every continent) had seen the creatures--too many to dismiss as hoaxes or misidentifications.
But forensic evidence also was beginning to pop up. The most intriguing being the DNA analysis of some hair and tissue samples. Dr. Melba Ketchum and her team had determined that the analysis showed that the creature's mitochondrial DNA was from a human woman, but they could not determine the source of the male DNA. Upon reading of that discovery, I recalled stories of these giant, hairy, wild men stealing Native American women as mates. And then I thought of Genesis 6:
I also recalled from my recent research on the creatures seeing a video in which Dave Paulides, a police detective turned investigative journalist, wrote of the hundreds of mysterious disappearances of people--mostly children--in America's national and state parks. In comparing the sites of the disappearances with reports of Bigfoot sightings, he found an astonishing correlation. Coincidence? Perhaps; but if so, a strange and intriguing coincidence.
And then I remembered that in another video, Paulides referred to Harvey Pratt, another cop he often worked with in investigating Bigfoot sightings. In addition to being a cop, Pratt, a Native American, also is a talented police sketch artist. Many eyewitnesses of Bigfoot have said that Pratt's drawings of their descriptions of the creatures are the most accurate they've seen. And, as you saw if you looked at the Harvey Pratt drawing at the top of this blog, Bigfoot is not a man-like beast. Bigfoot is a giant, hairy, beast-like man. What could be more intriguing--and terrifying--than that?
Why Bigfoot? How could I possibly resist?
Until about a year ago, I was a skeptic--although I'd straddled the fence for a while. I was just out of high school when I first saw a clip of the famous Patterson-Gimlin film (the one where the big hairy beast walking along the dry riverbed looks back over its shoulder before disappearing into the forest). Roger Patterson filmed that clip in in 1967, five years before I saw it, in a remote area of Bluff Creek, a tributary of the Klamath River, in northern California.
A year after seeing that film, I was headed off to my first year of college, just a few miles from where Patterson shot that famous film, the one that by then I had heard debunked so frequently and vehemently that I too had dismissed it as a hoax. I never gave it another thought throughout my twenty-seven years living in the Pacific Northwest. I was so confident of Bigfoot being a myth that several times before Mt. Saint Helens blew in May of 1980, I hiked through the huge lavacast caves known as the Ape Caves--the long portion of the caves, going north.
I thought no more about the legendary hairy beasts until last year, when I bought a recumbent exercycle. I wanted to watch something while riding, so on my Internet video I tuned into an episode of Monsterquest. The episode happened to be about Bigfoot. I chuckled. But I decided to watch while I completed my ride. By the end of the show my skepticism was fading.
I watched more Bigfoot videos while riding each night. Then I began reading reports (contemporary and going back through the centuries). I was transforming from skeptic to believer. Too many people (thousands, over several centuries and on virtually every continent) had seen the creatures--too many to dismiss as hoaxes or misidentifications.
But forensic evidence also was beginning to pop up. The most intriguing being the DNA analysis of some hair and tissue samples. Dr. Melba Ketchum and her team had determined that the analysis showed that the creature's mitochondrial DNA was from a human woman, but they could not determine the source of the male DNA. Upon reading of that discovery, I recalled stories of these giant, hairy, wild men stealing Native American women as mates. And then I thought of Genesis 6:
"When mankind began to multiply on the earth and daughters were born to them, the sons of God saw that the daughters of mankind were beautiful, and they took any they chose as wives for themselves. And the Lord said, 'My Spirit will not remain with mankind forever, because they are corrupt. Their days will be 120 years.' The Nephilim were on the earth both in those days and afterward, when the sons of God came to the daughters of mankind, who bore children to them. They were the powerful men of old, the famous men."
The biblical accounts show these giants (Nephilim ) reappearing after the Flood.
I also recalled from my recent research on the creatures seeing a video in which Dave Paulides, a police detective turned investigative journalist, wrote of the hundreds of mysterious disappearances of people--mostly children--in America's national and state parks. In comparing the sites of the disappearances with reports of Bigfoot sightings, he found an astonishing correlation. Coincidence? Perhaps; but if so, a strange and intriguing coincidence.
And then I remembered that in another video, Paulides referred to Harvey Pratt, another cop he often worked with in investigating Bigfoot sightings. In addition to being a cop, Pratt, a Native American, also is a talented police sketch artist. Many eyewitnesses of Bigfoot have said that Pratt's drawings of their descriptions of the creatures are the most accurate they've seen. And, as you saw if you looked at the Harvey Pratt drawing at the top of this blog, Bigfoot is not a man-like beast. Bigfoot is a giant, hairy, beast-like man. What could be more intriguing--and terrifying--than that?
Why Bigfoot? How could I possibly resist?
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