[Capn Jack]

Shoot a Big Foot... Has anyone ever considered what the legal ramifications would be? I'm sure there would be exhaustive studies of it's physical atributes as well as DNA. Would they find resemblance to a man, or a monkey. Would you be a hero,or a murderer? Personally I think it all comes down to whether, "You feel in fear of your life." Just like a bear out of season.The burden is on you to avoid confrontation.

[99z28monster]

Quote:       Originally Posted by Capn Jack

Shoot a Big Foot... Has anyone ever considered what the legal ramifications would be? I'm sure there would be exhaustive studies of it's physical atributes as well as DNA. Would they find resemblance to a man, or a monkey. Would you be a hero,or a murderer? Personally I think it all comes down to whether, "You feel in fear of your life." Just like a bear out of season.The burden is on you to avoid confrontation.

how can there be legal actions taken against us on something that doesn't exist? Thats been my main question if nobody claims it as being real and one was killed then what? There are not anylaws against bigfoot killing is there? I am sure the government would find a way or do like suggested before just make it all disapper.

[excelagator]

I would suggest shooting a camera, that is all.

I think some states have tried to get laws passed to protect creatures that have not legally discovered. I think killing one and going public would be a legal mess that would last years in our court system.

Canada was trying to get Bigfoot added to their version of our endangered protection .........
Bigfoot May Gain Protection by Canadian Parliament - Associated Content

Dan

[AllAlaskan]

some states such as Lousiana I believe do have laws against shooting what they call Swamp beast or Bigfoot. Even though its not proven it exists they have it protected lol

[HEMI]

There's enough REAL stuff to be afraid of, bigfoot haha

[Rambo]

Quote:       Originally Posted by Capn Jack

Shoot a Big Foot... Has anyone ever considered what the legal ramifications would be? I'm sure there would be exhaustive studies of it's physical atributes as well as DNA. Would they find resemblance to a man, or a monkey. Would you be a hero,or a murderer? Personally I think it all comes down to whether, "You feel in fear of your life." Just like a bear out of season.The burden is on you to avoid confrontation.

After it's been killed and you discover it's just someone in a hairy costume on his way to a party, I think murder charges would be forthcoming.

[excelagator]

Here is that famous excerpt about Bauman from Teddy Roosevelt's book, The Wilderness Hunter:

"Frontiersmen are not, as a rule, apt to be very superstitious. They lead lives too hard and practical, and have too little imagination in things spiritual and supernatural. I have heard but few ghost stories while living on the frontier, and those few were of a perfectly commonplace and conventional type. But I once listened to a goblin-story, which rather impressed me.

A grizzled, weather beaten old mountain hunter, named Bauman who, born and had passed all of his life on the Frontier, told it the story to me. He must have believed what he said, for he could hardly repress a shudder at certain points of the tale; but he was of German ancestry, and in childhood had doubtless been saturated with all kinds of ghost and goblin lore. So that many fearsome superstitions were latent in his mind; besides, he knew well the stories told by the Indian medicine men in their winter camps, of the snow-walkers, and the specters, [spirits, ghosts & apparitions] the formless evil beings that haunt the forest depths, and dog and waylay the lonely wanderer who after nightfall passes through the regions where they lurk. It may be that when overcome by the horror of the fate that befell his friend, and when oppressed by the awful dread of the unknown, he grew to attribute, both at the time and still more in remembrance, weird and elfin traits to what was merely some abnormally wicked and cunning wild beast; but whether this was so or not, no man can say.
When the event occurred, Bauman was still a young man, and was trapping with a partner among the mountains dividing the forks of the Salmon from the head of Wisdom River. Not having had much luck, he and his partner determined to go up into a particularly wild and lonely pass through which ran a small stream said to contain many beavers. The pass had an evil reputation because the year before a solitary hunter who had wandered into it was slain, seemingly by a wild beast, the half eaten remains being afterwards found by some mining prospectors who had passed his camp only the night before.

The memory of this event, however, weighted very lightly with the two trappers, who were as adventurous and hardy as others of their kind. They took their two lean mountain ponies to the foot of the pass where they left them in an open beaver meadow, the rocky timber-clad ground being from there onward impracticable for horses. They then struck out on foot through the vast, gloomy forest, and in about four hours reached a little open glade where they concluded to camp, as signs of game were plenty.
There was still an hour or two of daylight left, and after building a brush lean-to and throwing down and opening their packs, they started upstream. The country was very dense and hard to travel through, as there was much down timber, although here and there the somber woodland was broken by small glades of mountain grass. At dusk they again reached camp. The glade in which it was pitched was not many yards wide, the tall, close-set pines and firs rising round it like a wall. On one side was a little stream, beyond which rose the steep mountains slope, covered with the unbroken growth of evergreen forest.
They were surprised to find that during their absence something, apparently a bear, had visited camp, and had rummaged about among their things, scattering the contents of their packs, and in sheer wantonness destroying their lean-to. The footprints of the beast were quite plain, but at first they paid no particular heed to them, busying themselves with rebuilding the lean-to, laying out their beds and stores and lighting the fire.

While Bauman was making ready supper, it being already dark, his companion began to examine the tracks more closely, and soon took a brand from the fire to follow them up, where the intruder had walked along a game trail after leaving the camp. When the brand flickered out, he returned and took another, repeating his inspection of the footprints very closely. Coming back to the fire, he stood by it a minute or two, peering out into the darkness, and suddenly remarked, "Bauman, that bear has been walking on two legs."

Bauman laughed at this, but his partner insisted that he was right, and upon again examining the tracks with a torch, they certainly did seem to be made by but two paws or feet. However, it was too dark to make sure. After discussing whether the footprints could possibly be those of a human being, and coming to the conclusion that they could not be, the two men rolled up in their blankets, and went to sleep under the lean-to. At midnight Bauman was awakened by some noise, and sat up in his blankets. As he did so his nostrils were struck by a strong, wild-beast odor, and he caught the loom of a great body in the darkness at the mouth of the lean-to. Grasping his rifle, he fired at the vague, threatening shadow, but must have missed, for immediately afterwards he heard the smashing of the under wood as the thing, whatever it was, rushed off into the impenetrable blackness of the forest and the night.
After this the two men slept but little, sitting up by the rekindled fire, but they heard nothing more. In the morning they started out to look at the few traps they had set the previous evening and put out new ones. By an unspoken agreement they kept together all day, and returned to camp towards evening. On nearing it they saw, hardly to their astonishment that the lean-to had again been torn down. The visitor of the preceding day had returned, and in wanton malice had tossed about their camp kit and bedding, and destroyed the shanty. The ground was marked up by its tracks, and on leaving the camp it had gone along the soft earth by the brook. The footprints were as plain as if on snow, and, after a careful scrutiny of the trail, it certainly did seem as if, whatever the thing was, it had walked off on but two legs.

The men, thoroughly uneasy, gathered a great heap of dead logs and kept up a roaring fire throughout the night, one or the other sitting on guard most of the time. About midnight the thing came down through the forest opposite, across the brook, and stayed there on the hillside for nearly an hour. They could hear the branches crackle as it moved about, and several times it uttered a harsh, grating, long-drawn moan, a peculiarly sinister sound. Yet it did not venture near the fire. In the morning the two trappers, after discussing the strange events of the last 36 hours, decided that they would shoulder their packs and leave the valley that afternoon. They were the more ready to do this because in spite of seeing a good deal of game sign they had caught very little fur. However it was necessary first to go along the line of their traps and gather them, and this they started out to do. All the morning they kept together, picking up trap after trap, each one empty. On first leaving camp they had the disagreeable sensation of being followed. In the dense spruce thickets they occasionally heard a branch snap after they had passed; and now and then there were slight rustling noises among the small pines to one side of them.


At noon they were back within a couple of miles of camp. In the high, bright sunlight their fears seemed absurd to the two armed men, accustomed as they were, through long years of lonely wandering in the wilderness, to face every kind of danger from man, brute or element. There were still three beaver traps to collect from a little pond in a wide ravine near by. Bauman volunteered to gather these and bring them in, while his companion went ahead to camp and made ready the packs.

On reaching the pond Bauman found three beavers in the traps, one of which had been pulled loose and carried into a beaver house. He took several hours in securing and preparing the beaver, and when he started homewards he marked, with some uneasiness, how low the sun was getting. As he hurried toward camp, under the tall trees, the silence and desolation of the forest weighted on him. His feet made no sound on the pine needles and the slanting sunrays, striking through among the straight trunks, made a gray twilight in which objects at a distance glimmered indistinctly. There was nothing to break the gloomy stillness which, when there is no breeze, always broods over these somber primeval forests. At last he came to the edge of the little glade where the camp lay and shouted as he approached it, but got no answer. The campfire had gone out, though the thin blue smoke was still curling upwards.

Near it lay the packs wrapped and arranged. At first Bauman could see nobody; nor did he receive an answer to his call. Stepping forward he again shouted, and as he did so his eye fell on the body of his friend, stretched beside the trunk of a great fallen spruce. Rushing towards it the horrified trapper found that the body was still warm, but that the neck was broken, while there were four great fang marks in the throat. The footprints of the unknown beast-creature, printed deep in the soft soil, told the whole story. The unfortunate man, having finished his packing, had sat down on the spruce log with his face to the fire, and his back to the dense woods, to wait for his companion. While thus waiting, his monstrous assailant, which must have been lurking in the woods, waiting for a chance to catch one of the adventurers unprepared, came silently up from behind, walking with long noiseless steps and seemingly still on two legs. Evidently unheard, it reached the man, and broke his neck by wrenching his head back with its fore paws, while it buried its teeth in his throat. It had not eaten the body, but apparently had romped and gamboled around it in uncouth, ferocious glee, occasionally rolling over and over it; and had then fled back into the soundless depths of the woods.

Bauman, utterly unnerved and believing that the creature with which he had to deal was something either half human or half devil, some great goblin-beast, abandoned everything but his rifle and struck off at speed down the pass, not halting until he reached the beaver meadows where the hobbled ponies were still grazing. Mounting, he rode onwards through the night, until beyond reach of pursuit."

There is by the way, a second passage in The Wilderness Hunter where Teddy Roosevelt may quite possibly have been describing a personal Bigfoot experience. He writes about how he and a friend were on a hunting trip in the State of Washington. They had contracted a Native American to guide them into a remote region. Their guide urged them to avoid a particular area due to some native "superstition" that hunter-tracker Roosevelt held as utterly preposterous.

In any event, old roughrider Roosevelt, as was his way sometimes, bullied the apprehensive guide into taking them to this area anyway. They did not find any big game during that trek or other sign but Roosevelt made a point of mentioning the very strange noises he heard at night while camping there. He did not recognize nor describe the noises, but he did give the distinct impression that they were unusual in his learned experience and found them to be unsettling. Uncharacteristically, Roosevelt did not offer any explanation or speculation about the source of the noises, simply mentioned them, and said no more about it. Odd for an author who otherwise went into such vivid detail relative to the animals he observed and hunted.

While the killer creature was never given a clearly defined name, Bigfoot buffs believe firmly that this creature was a Sasquatch but I could use some measure of convincing. Taken on its own, the Bauman story is not very impressive as evidence for the existence of wild men in North America, but when considered along with the more substantive reports it acquires greater significance. Ultimately, readers of these eyewitness accounts will be left to judge for themselves the significance and value ostensibly placed on these stories in the future"


Sources:


American Presidents Blog: Teddy Roosevelt and Bigfoot

1892 - The Bauman Story

[RimfireSpaz]

Quote:       Originally Posted by Rambo

OH PUHLEEZE! There are no such things as Sasquatch, Loch Ness Monster, Flying Saucers, Yeti, Leprachauns, Mermaids, Peace in the Middle East, Politicians that can be trusted, Wives that really don't mind you forgetting your wedding anniversary, etc.

Everyone is entitled to what they think. Some of us happen to believe in these things, you named a great many I do NOT believe in, as far as Bigfoot, I believe what some of the people said, there for I believe there is some unidentifiable creature out there, we call it bigfoot, or sasquatch. Rosiesqautch however is a well known DIKE!!! Hhaha...anyways maybe you choose not to be openminded because of fear..most people reject things in horror. Its hard to say;]

[Rambo]

Quote:       Originally Posted by RimfireSpaz

...anyways maybe you choose not to be openminded because of fear..most people reject things in horror. Its hard to say;]

???? The only horror in this world in Man's inhumanity to fellow Man. Everything else is a piece of cake. I believe most of what I see, less than half of what I read and very little of what others tell me.
With the population of this country 100's of times larger than when it first began, why then hasn't anyone brought one of these creatures out of the shadows. In the White mans conquering of this country, he almost exterminated bison, elk, deer, bear and many other species yet he cannot produce one single bigfoot.
These are campfire tales to be passed on to the younger generations just as Native peoples hand down stories to their young. They are not reality.
Now, anyone can prove me wrong by bringing in one of these creatures.

[AllAlaskan]

Piece of cake? lol Have you ever ran face to face with an angery Kodiak Brown bear? (No I havnt but i have ran into smaller brown and black bears) Its not exactly an easy thing to deal with lol. When you have a big massive predator running for you it can be scary and unsettling. Personally I never had to shoot a bear they have stopped and gone back into the woods but still, made me un easy aiming that .44 at that bear knowing that if it didnt stop My life lay in the hands of a small bullet and my abiliaty to put that bullit in the right spot. My point, Dealing with any large aggressive animal isnt what I would call a piece of cake. Im not trying to attack or flame ya man im just saying things arnt always simple and easy.

O and as far as murmaids go :P it was proven that what sailors were calling murmaids were actually manaties in Florida. I remember hearing about that when I went to florida and swam with manaties, by the way are freeking cool lol.

[Rambo]

Quote:       Originally Posted by AllAlaskan

Piece of cake? lol Have you ever ran face to face with an angery Kodiak Brown bear? (No I havnt but i have ran into smaller brown and black bears) Its not exactly an easy thing to deal with lol. When you have a big massive predator running for you it can be scary and unsettling. Personally I never had to shoot a bear they have stopped and gone back into the woods but still, made me un easy aiming that .44 at that bear knowing that if it didnt stop My life lay in the hands of a small bullet and my abiliaty to put that bullit in the right spot. My point, Dealing with any large aggressive animal isnt what I would call a piece of cake. Im not trying to attack or flame ya man im just saying things arnt always simple and easy. O and as far as murmaids go :P it was proven that what sailors were calling murmaids were actually manaties in Florida. I remember hearing about that when I went to florida and swam with manaties, by the way are freeking cool lol.

Yeah. But the bear is real. I deal in reality. If old time sailors thought the manatee was a mermaid, they had most likely been out at sea way too long. Bigfoot is a boogeyman story to scare children and tenderfoots.

[JET1]

wow those sailers must have had a crazzy bad case of blueballs to turn that into a sexy half naked flipper girl

[gundog6969]

[quote=Rambo;772473]Yeah. But the bear is real. I deal in reality. If old time sailors thought the manatee was a mermaid, they had most likely been out at sea way too long. Bigfoot is a boogeyman story to scare children and tenderfoots.[/quote]

Ya.....so was the giant squid.......... up to the time when someone actually caught one.

[AllAlaskan]

Quote:       Originally Posted by JET1

wow those sailers must have had a crazzy bad case of blueballs to turn that into a sexy half naked flipper girl

lol ya When went down there I did some research before on them and found that out. I thought it was pretty funny. I guess when you are on a boat full of men and your out at see that long you will start seeing things lol.


And like i said rambo i was trying to disrespect ya I was just saying seeing any big animal could scare some one bigfoot or bear what ever it is. If ya dont believe in Bigfoot then hey one less thing on your mind lol

To be honost whether or not it exists the odds of running into it real or not are so extreemly slim to none that I dont worry about it. I walk around here in the woods un armed all the time, only local animal I worry about are hogs and cats and If im out at night I take a gun so Nothing im concerned about here.

[big shrek]

Here in Florida we have the Swamp Ape/Skunk Ape...shorter than bigfoot, more man-sized, but with orange/reddish hair.

Its not an orangatang. Nobody's had the cojones to shoot one yet, either. Given time, someone will.

Sooner or later, someone will bag a bigfoot as well. Probably just a large ape that is currently unknown at this time. Much like the Mountain Gorilla was talked about for hundreds of years, photographed in the 30's and unproven until the 50's. There are places that humans do not tread into very often that are perfect hiding places for intelligent apes.

And if they've watched us humans for any length of time, they know we are dangerous, unpredictable, and most definitely Carnivourous...I'd hide from us too if I was an ape with half a brain.

[mosin warrior]

I saw a thing on Bigfoot on the History Channel show called Monsterquest. They have DNA from a supposed Bigfoot in Canada. The hair is similar to ape hair, but the DNA is 1 allele different from human so it is pretty closely related to us and the ape. Also, research has proven that most states have enough food bearing trees to allow something like a Bigfoot to grow.

[RimfireSpaz]

Someone sick enough to breed with an ape has got problems..no wonder their feet are big..i bet they're like those creatures off that movie from the "Hills have eyes" hahahahahha.

[Daffy]

Isn't that where AIDS originated from? Some over sexed african hump'n a monkey? At least that was the last rumor I heard of its origin. So heres how bigfoot came to pass: some native american comes accross the killerest weed on earth and parks on a log to enjoy something legal way before the white man comes along and bans it, a chica bear nearby was getting a contact high and the 2 meet. The rest is history.
Sounds pretty plausable to me, but then again, I watch too much SouthPark.
Well, I'm between jobs right now. ?anyone up for a bigfoot hunt this spring in Oregon? I"ll mount a video under the forarm of my FAL.

A guy I worked with had what he thinks might have been an encounter while hunting in Oregon. Never did see it, it snuck up behind him while he was sitting under a try waiting for game. he didn't hear it untill it was breathing down his neck as he pooped his pants. Then it was gone, just like that. He was too freak'n scared to turn around. Waited a short while and split.

[RimfireSpaz]

^^^HAhaha...he's lucky he dident get death by ooga booga that night..dunno if you have heard that joke...its disturbing...atleast I hope its a joke hahaha. Maybe the bigfoot dident take to the poop to kindly, who knows.

[Rambo]

[quote=gundog6969;772532]

Quote:       Originally Posted by Rambo

Yeah. But the bear is real. I deal in reality. If old time sailors thought the manatee was a mermaid, they had most likely been out at sea way too long. Bigfoot is a boogeyman story to scare children and tenderfoots.[/quote] Ya.....so was the giant squid.......... up to the time when someone actually caught one.

The giant squid was nowhere near the size reported by oldtime sailors. Old drawings showed the tentacles wrapping around the entire ship and that is just a tale.