If I have learned anything in the past twelve years, it is that, for every tiny bit of information you learn about Bigfoot, there are hundreds of new questions to keep you busy searching.  If a person thinks they know everything there is to know about Bigfoot, they are a diluted fool who, in truth, has not learned a thing.  A person could live among a Bigfoot family unit for a decade and still would learn only a tiny fraction of the full story.

While certain activities, habits, vocalizations, etc, may happen with regularity around the globe, it still can only be deduced that these things are not performed by one hundred percent of all Bigfoot, one hundred percent of the time.  Bigfoot, like humans, apes, canines, felines, and all other manner of life form on this planet, are, while similar, different, one from another.  Each family, pack, tribe, pride, flock, herd, etc, reacts differently and each individual has its own personality, preferences, peeves, habits, compulsions, etc, and no two can be expected to react to the same stimuli in identical ways.  Each individual operates on its own internal instinct and experiences.

When a person has observed a particular activity or vocalization being performed by bigfoot, it is vital, first, to note the circumstances that led up to the observed activity, and then to remember when relaying that information to others, that, even if that activity was observed on multiple occasions, with multiple Bigfoot, it should be said, “SOME Bigfoot MAY react in this manner to this stimuli.”  If a person tells you that, “Bigfoot ALWAYS does this,” or “Bigfoot NEVER does that,” you should reserve yourself to the fact that this person is either speaking out of assumption or does not know what they are talking about.

Generalizations and assumptions based on the experience of ourselves or others do not aid us in our search.  Rather, they inhibit our ability to continue learning, causing us to neglect, dismiss, or overlook things that do not fit within the confines of what we THINK we know.

Chad Scott

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Degrees of Separation

All too often I come across reports about Bigfoot where they are linked with supernatural phenomena.  I find myself, time and again, asking myself why this is.  Truth be told, I think there are a few simple explanations for this.  While sometimes it is malice that motivates these connections, there are times when it is simply misunderstanding, zeal, or, and forgive the term, ignorance that causes the link.

Whether it is UFOs, ghosts, faeries, demons, ghost lights, or any other of a dozen outdoor phenomena, in eleven years of research, I have yet to find any evidence that would lead me to connect them in any way with Bigfoot.  I do understand, however, that it is the same root curiosity that makes people want to investigate, learn about, and try to explain all of these things.

When it comes to UFOs, could it be simply that Bigfoot, like us, just wonders what the strange light in the sky is?  The reports of Bigfoot being seen in the same area as ghost lights and spirits is pretty easy to get around as well.  Bigfoot can’t control, any more than we can, where these lights appear or where specters choose to manifest.  Just because you live in a haunted house does not mean that you are connected with ghosts, that you brought them there, or that they brought you there.

While I am far from a closed minded individual, I do believe that there need to be degrees of separation between our mysteries.  After all, if you want to use the logic that is being used in connecting the different things, couldn’t it be said that since Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster are never seen in the same place at the same time then they are one in the same.  Sounds pretty foolish.  So do the other connections.

Why does it have to be the least logical connection that we make?  Why can’t we keep our phenomena separate?  The simplest explanation is most often the right explanation.

Many times such claims are made by people who are fairly new to the field of Bigfoot research.  Once they have had their first encounter or sighting of Bigfoot and now believe, they often want to attribute every strange thing they see or hear to Bigfoot.  If you were standing in the woods and you heard an owl hoot, chances are, nine times out of ten, it was an owl.  While it is commonly believed in the field that Bigfoot mimics other animals, if it can be explained as another animal, then it should be left at that.

Claims have been made that people feel as if bigfoot has “zapped” them with some sort of ultrasound or infrasound; I’m not really sure which one or why.  I have to pass this one off as something a little simpler to explain.  It is most likely that you did not in fact get “zapped” by the Bigfoot tazer of fear and nausea.  You got “zapped” by your own fear of not knowing what you are dealing with and your feelings of being outmatched or overwhelmed by the encounter.  Fear is a powerful thing and can certainly cause feelings of nausea and shaking hands.

Most often, I think these connections are made out of a person’s lack of other explanations due to ignorance of the subject matter.  A person sees a UFO in the wilderness and ten minutes later sees Bigfoot.  That does not mean that Bigfoot came out of the UFO.  All it means is that the UFO was spotted in the woods, which is Bigfoot’s home.  Would they have made the same connection if they spotted a UFO and then a deer ran past them?  If a UFO is spotted in downtown Miami and ten minutes later you see a drag queen round the corner from the direction the UFO went, it does not mean that the drag queen is from Meklar 12.  It just means that the UFO was spotted on the same block as the drag queen’s apartment.

Another motivation that has shown itself over the years is a person’s need to be the center of attention, whether it be because they want people to come research their area more often so they can have the company, or because they want to attain a certain amount of notoriety.  Sometimes, when activity hits a low or has slowed down to the point that interest is lost the person feels the need add onto what is already an amazing story.  What they do not realize is that most of the time this will end interest in the investigation all together.  In my eyes, as in the eyes of most in this field, this is a hoax, plain and simple and we will do everything in our power to distance ourselves from the person(s) involved.

The other motivation is the classic liar and hoaxer.  This person wants nothing more than to be in the media spotlight and to have the biggest, wildest story out there.  You see them every day in this line of research and those of us that have been doing this for any amount of time can’t stand them.  We would rather watch a dung beetle special on one of the nature channels than to watch a documentary that has them as a guest.  These people are the snake oil doctors who push their poison on people who don’t know any better and it gives the rest of us, those who actually take our research seriously, a bad name.

Whatever the motivation, the end result is the same.  In a field where a person’s reputation is everything and their word is their bond, you cannot lump them together and expect to be taken seriously by anyone.  In eleven years of research I have seen a lot of unexplained things in the woods, but my first explanation for everything is not and cannot be Bigfoot.  You have to look for the simplest answer in all cases.  Coyote yips are coyotes.  Owl hoots are owls.  Dog barks are dogs.  Unless you see a Bigfoot barking, hooting, or yipping, or you see it climb onto a UFO and shake hands with the ghost of Elvis, it probably is not Bigfoot.

When you are left unable to answer the question of the source or reason for an encounter, sighting, noise, track, or anything else, don’t give it an answer.  Some questions need to linger.  It is not so much our jobs to come up with answer as it is to gather the evidence and present it in an unbiased manner.  As with most things, it all comes down to motivation.  What motivates your research?  What motivates your conclusions?  Was your mind made up before you began the research?

Chad Scott

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Cry Wolf

I have never been a fan of people who cry wolf (or Bigfoot in this case), and this field is certainly full of those people.  But I find myself wondering which is worse; a person who cries Bigfoot, or a person so entrenched in their self-imposed limitations of what this creature is and is capable of?  Considering that the subject matter is a completely unrecognized species with unknown diet, genetic makeup, and origin, can we really afford to say that someone has made up their account of what they experienced, or outright reject a person’s theories simply because it doesn’t match our own theory?

In the years since I first began researching I have, time and again, witnessed the members of this community go at each others’ necks like starving dogs, and then as soon as the argument dies down a little the same people want to know why we aren’t taken seriously by science.  Well, think about it, brain-child.  We weep over those people who have had sightings but won’t tell anyone for fear of ridicule by their friends and neighbors and then we turn right around and rip our own people apart.  Hypocritical much?

There are internet forums that exist for just this activity.  Grow up people.  This isn’t junior high anymore.  Do they really have to make someone else feel or look bad to make themselves feel better about the image they see in the mirror?  Is it really necessary for them to run down those who have actually had an exciting encounter just to mask their disappointment for not having had one themselves?  Maybe if some of these people spent less time having their bigfoot “expeditions” at Cheddar’s or at a conference where the same old people shoot the same old information at them that they’ve heard a thousand times in documentaries and at other conferences, and spent a little time in the woods looking for themselves, they might not feel so bad about their empty photo album of evidence.  Drop the chili cheese fries and take a hike.

I might be a little more willing to listen to their arguments about how insane a person’s theories or statements are if they were a little more willing to make their own findings known.  In general, the people slinging the accusations are people who are unwilling to put their own findings out there for the public to look at.  Most probably out of fear of their own little click that they have sitting in front of their computers waiting to see what super witty, clever, and snarky comment they’ve got for the next person who took a chance and opened up about what has happened to them.

Having been on the receiving end of this ridicule, I have come to realize that it is not myself, or those like me, that suffer most due to this; it is those individuals who do their best to put us down who truly suffer.  Those individuals have closed themselves off to the possibilities and thus closed themselves off to the truth.  If I have learned anything over the years it is this; when you think you have it all figured out you have fallen prey to the most dangerous type of delusion.  There is always going to be something more to learn, something more to experience, something more to be revealed.

I implore all researchers out there, new and old, not to let these people stop you from sharing your findings, but more importantly that you not become one of these people.  Do not allow yourself to become so entrenched in your own theories or beliefs that you are willing to dismiss evidence out of hand that does not support these preconceived notions.  Build your evidence, compile your findings, but do not just ignore the findings of others.  One of the things that I think is amazing about this research and its ever-growing ranks is that new eyes bring new perspectives.  This allows us to see things from a new point of view and to reexamine the things that we thought we had figured out.

Chad Scott

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Legend of Squatch Rock

In the Bigfoot wonderland of Oklahoma’s Arbuckle Mountains, there is a place the locals call Squatch Rock.  Squatch Rock is a large mass of travertine rock located near Travertine Island in the Chickasaw National Recreation Area in Sulphur, Oklahoma.  But the rock gets its name from a face that appears on it.  Carved into the rock is the face of a Bigfoot.  The following is just the story as it has been relayed to me and, by no means, the last word on the subject.

Legend goes that the area around Squatch Rock, which forms a natural corral, was a place where a certain band of Indians kept their horses.   The Bigfoot did not appreciate them keeping the horses there as it was a sacred place to the Bigfoot.  The Indians continued to keep their horses there despite attempts by the Bigfoot to drive them out.  Unable to find any other way to get rid of the unwelcomed guests, the Bigfoot began killing the horses one at a time.

The Indians, not understanding the original warnings, could not comprehend why the Bigfoot had started attacking and killing the horses.  So they went to the Medicine Man to find out what they could do to make it stop.

The Medicine Man had an idea of how to end the attacks.  He went out to the site where they kept the horses.  That night, when the Bigfoot arrived to kill a horse, he began to chant and pray.  Using his Medicine, he cast the soul of the leader of the Bigfoot into the rock, killing him instantly.  The other Bigfoot fled in fear.  Then, the Medicine Man carved the face of the Bigfoot on the rock as a warning to the other Bigfoot to keep them from coming back.

According to the legend it still works today and the Bigfoot in the Arbuckles will still not come into the area around Squatch Rock.  However, if the story behind the face is true, the warning no longer stands.  The reason I say this is that there have been some interesting encounters for people in the Squatch Rock area.

For example, two fellow researchers and I went down to Squatch Rock one night to do some research.  We set up some camping chairs and started a fire.  On a nearby picnic table, we set up our recording equipment.  Later in the evening my ex-wife showed up, so we turned off the recording equipment so that we could all talk.  While she was there she took a few photographs of the three of us.  In some of the photos you can clearly see eye shine in the background, some of which is quite high off of the ground.

On another occasion, a fellow researcher and I set up our recording equipment at Squatch Rock.  We placed a parabolic dish with a microphone stand and a tape recorder on the picnic table.  The top of the picnic table was about three feet off the ground.  The microphone stand was set to about four feet in height.  Then the parabolic dish atop the microphone stand was about another foot in length.  Put that all together and the total height of the equipment was approximately eight feet.

My friend and I would go down every forty-five minutes and turn the tape over, or remove the tape and bring it up to the car to listen to it in the stereo.  On our third trip, which would be to remove tape number one and insert tape number two, we started listening to the tape.  On side two, about ten minutes into the recording, there was breathing on the tape.  It was loud and it was close.  Whatever had done the breathing, had leaned over the microphone, and breathed directly down into it.  I have to say, that recording is one of the few that has ever made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

Chad Scott

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First Sighting

On October 31, 1996, my brother, a high school senior at the time, asked me to take him out to Veteran’s Lake inside the Chickasaw National Recreation Area in Sulphur, Oklahoma.  Some of his friends from the high school band were going to meet at the lake that night to try and see the “Lady of the Lake.”

The Lady of the Lake is a legend in Sulphur—a ghost story about a young woman who was supposed to have died in the lake and now, every Halloween night, at midnight, comes up out of the water.  I personally have never seen anything that would lead me to believe that it is true, but I do know some people who swear that they have seen her.  My brother, by the way, sat out there all night for nothing.

I dropped my brother off at about eleven thirty and sat and talked with him and some of his friends for a few minutes.  I left the lake at about eleven forty-five and headed back toward the house.  I exited the Veteran’s Lake area, onto Perimeter Road, which runs through the center of the park.

As I headed south on Perimeter Road I crossed a low-water crossing bridge.  I do not know about everyone else, but when I drive a particular route regularly, there are certain things I look at every time.  Well, when I drove Perimeter Road one of the things I looked at was the creek.  Heading north I would look up the creek as I crossed the bridge, and heading south, I would look down the creek.  This time was no different.  As I crossed the Rock Creek low-water bridge I looked down the creek.

The light was good that night.  The moon was visible and was giving off a good amount of light (as I remember it), and there were some street lights at the Rock Creek campgrounds entrance just about fifty yards from the creek.

As I crossed the creek, and looked west, down the creek, I saw a large, hairy “thing” crouched on the south bank of the creek.  The first thought that went through my head was, “There’s no f*#!ing way I just saw that.”  Up ahead was an area where the camper trailers could empty their refuse tanks.  It was also an entrance to the trail that leads up to Bromide Hill.

I pulled into the parking lot there and turned around.  I drove back to the bridge and, as I drove onto the bridge, pulled my car to where my headlights shone down the creek.  The “thing” was still there.  Now that I could see it better, and had a better view of it, I could tell what I was looking at.  There, crouched on the balls of his feet, with his hands cupped in the water, was a large, chocolate brown, male Bigfoot.  He was approximately seven and a half to eight feet tall, and was very broad in the shoulders and narrow in the hip. I would guess the weight to be within the 500 to 600 pound range. It was covered in hair. Long on the head and shorter as it went down. Since I only saw it from a profile angle I couldn’t tell much about its facial features. The head had a large crest on it similar to that of a gorilla.

I looked at him for what seemed like a minute, but it was actually more like a second and a half, before he stood.  Without so much as a sideways glance at me, he crossed the creek, which is about three feet deep in places and forty-two degrees year round, up a very steep embankment on the north side of the creek, and disappeared into the narrow strip of trees.

On the north side of the creek there was, as I stated, a narrow strip of trees, and on the other side of those trees is a nursing home and a residential area.  However, on the south side of the creek were the campgrounds, which, at that time of year, would have been empty, and woods for miles.  For years I could not figure out why he chose the route he did.  Finally I came to the conclusion that, chances were, his family was in the woods to the south and if I was going to follow him, he wanted me to follow him away from his family.  Kind of like a mother bird will flop around on the ground, pretending to have a broken wing, to lead predators away from her chicks.

It was five years before I told another soul what I had seen that night.  It was not that I worried about my reputation.  I am just not real big on being ridiculed.

Chad Scott

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