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Thankfully we have no evidence to prove or disprove Bigfoot.

A few years ago I made a trip to Honobia, Oklahoma (pronounced ‘hoe-nubby’) for their annual Bigfoot Festival and Conference.  I didn’t see Sasquatch but I did meet some very interesting people.  While tourists listened to second hand accounts of terrifying encounters, ate food that contain bits and pieces of other unknown beasts and purchase fuzzy Bigfoot feet, Bigfoot crossing signs (mine is tacked up on a tree alongside the driveway) and plaster ‘squatch prints’, Bigfoot researchers (don’t snicker, they take their work very seriously…from their parents basement) gather to share their latest findings and plan future field work.

I have no reason to believe Bigfeet (Bigfoots?) exists, but I’d never be so arrogant as to say they don’t.  It’s a great big world and even with the extensive spread of humanity it’s conceivable that a species of large creatures could survive without detection.  If they are highly intelligent and naturally elusive, why not?  But if they are out there, I don’t want to discover them.

My aversion isn’t from fear.  If they exist they obviously don’t have an interest in hurting humans.  Were they a dangerous species we’d see livestock losses, the occasional stolen child and gangs of them riding Harleys down back roads on the first warm days of spring.

And it’s also not because humanity would got nuts.  PETA protesting to ban camping.  A check box on tax returns to donate to the Sasquatch Preservation Foundation.  Sally Struthers weepingly pleading for money as she sets beside a cheerless baby Bigfoot, abdomen distended, swarmed by flies and wondering why the fat blonde lady didn’t share her lunch with him.

The true appeal of Bigfoot is the mystery around the legend.  As long as Bigfoot isn’t discovered it can be anything we want it to be.  We can look amongst the trees hoping for the glimpse of the towering beast, teeth bared, ready for attack.  We can envision a timid recluse, living peacefully in the wilderness, hoping only to avoid civilization.  We can hope one day a puppy dog-like creature (Harry and the Hendersons) will wander into our campsite.

Even the ability to disbelieve has it’s value. It provides the “enlightened and informed” someone to look down upon.  There are politically in-correct crowds to feel superior to but rednecks, hillbillies and Bigfoot enthusiasts aren’t among them.  In the eyes of many they’re an easy target to disparage but don’t be too hasty, next winter when you’re stuck in a snow drift you’ll be glad to see the promising glow of their 2-million candlepower spotlight filled roll-bar.

I once listened to a respected business associate tell the story of a sasquatch in her barn in eastern Oklahoma.  She painted an interesting picture that included a strong smell of body odor, two normally bold dogs hiding and whimpering under the porch and matted hay and food scraps left behind.  Maybe it was her imagination…or possibly a drifter…it even sounds a little like a girl I dated in college.  Regardless, who am I to say it wasn’t an undiscovered bipedal creature with a lot of hair and large flat feet.  Thankfully we have no evidence to prove or disprove Bigfoot, just thought I’d mention that.

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