Frightening and Credible Bigfoot Report

hi I'm Bob Gimlin and fair use which we see so often is a US legal doctrine that permits limited use of copyrighted material without permission from all relevant holders fair use began as a response to printing presses who would simply reprint other publications and therefore not have to pay for writers of their own but in modern times in regards to the Internet fair use is generally in good faith this video is a little different than my past videos I'm going to read a Bigfoot report which I find credible plausible and quite frankly terrifying the man who would eventually write the report under the name SD Baker was only a child while the events occurred so the report is the result of what he could gather from his elders but now an adult he drafted and submitted the report under the pen name SD Baker and no one should dare attack his credibility for using a pen name that kind of stuff can really mess with people's lives to me personally this report has such significance in such a value because the reporter is a writer writing is his claimed profession this is rare us writer types train our brains in evaluating characters plot cohesion and overall consistency and vibration SD Baker does not want to write because he is interested in Bigfoot he just happens to be a writer with Bigfoot experience which is a rare interesting and useful dynamic the incident occurred in Washington State in the 1960s the report is entitled for a reason soon apparent the cow man of Coppola speech to be clear the following are not my words they're the carefully chosen words constructed by a second and firsthand witness a writer who goes by the name Baker so finally I will now read the Baker report in its entirety and is the season after all so there's nothing wrong with letting the imagination wander and perhaps dimming the lights because this just may be the most unsettling of all the contemporary and credible Bigfoot encounters or in this case I guess Bigfoot altercations anyway long story short this is my retelling of Baker's cow man report but I hope you find it as interesting and intriguing as I do the cow man of Coppola speech bias t Baker my dad worked at the timber industry his whole life his father was a logger and he grew up in and around the woods my dad started his own logging company when he was 18 and his owned-and-operated shake and shingle mills from oregon clear up to Thorne Bay Alaska he is an intelligent man and holds over a dozen patents for various pieces of equipment he has designed and built over the years he has employed dozens of people over the years all of them spending extensive time in the wilderness when I was a boy I remember hearing bits and pieces of conversations among some of the men at the mill although nobody would tell me directly I understood that something had gone on before I was born and involved one of the foremen named John they weren't joking around they were genuinely afraid and wouldn't talk about it with a kid when I was young my dad wouldn't tell me about it because I would often go into the woods cutting blocks with him on the weekends and he didn't want me to be afraid of the woods while I was speaking with him last weekend I told him a couple of strange events that happened to me later in the wilderness and that reminded me of the hints at a story I heard when I was a boy after some prodding he told me the following story in the mid-1960s my dad owned a large roofing product mill in Aberdeen Washington he had teams of men that would cut fallen old-growth cedar salvage left after logging operations he had permits to salvage a large amount of wood in the coastal areas of Grays Harbor County primarily in the area of Coppola speech several of the men on his cutting crews lived in and around co-op Ellis Beach his Foreman a man I will call John for the story was a bright down-to-earth hard worker my dad trusted him with thousands of dollars of vehicles and equipment as well as the safety of his crews he was not the kind of man to make up stories on a Monday morning sometime in July John was several hours for work this was highly unusual as he was always there early getting the saws and trucks ready for the day my dad said John was visibly shaken up and when he asked him what was wrong he asked my dad to go into the office so the others wouldn't hear them speak they went in and sat down and John simply said something destroyed our house this weekend my dad thought he said someone broke into the house and asked John if it was someone he knew John said you don't understand this wasn't a person it was a I don't know what it was but a completely trashed louse the family is going to stay with my brother in Elma for a while my dad asked him to explain what had happened John said that when he got home from work Friday evening his youngest son Tim he was around four at the time told him he saw a big quote cow man walking at the edge of their field that afternoon he thought the boy meant cowboy because some of their neighbors wore cowboy hats when they were out in the Sun he asked him if the man was wearing a cowboy hat the boy said no daddy he was a cow man furry and stinky like the cows he asked his wife if she knew what he was talking about and she said Tim was playing on the porch that afternoon when he came running in and said the cow man was stuck on the fence he was very excited so she went out to see what he was talking about she said as she opened the door she was hit by a horrible smell like wet dogs and garbage Tim was pointing across to the field opposite their house and said he got loose she looked where he was gesturing and could see the top strand of barbed wire bouncing up and down as if somebody or something had just pulled on it really hard and let it go she didn't see the cow man and noticed nothing out of the ordinary except for the stench she told him to come inside to play for the rest of the day she felt uneasy and a little scared their older son John Jr who was 12 at the time was at a friend's house and walked home a short while after Tim sighs quote cow man he told her somebody had followed him home walking in the woods off the right side of the road he never saw who it was they never left the woods but he said it had to be a really big man he would hear large sticks cracking and the footsteps sounded very heavy once he got to the driveway of their house where the wood stopped at the field where his brother had his sighting the footsteps stopped as well and John Jr never saw anything he was pretty shaken up by the event and wanted his dad to go to the woods and check it out with him later that evening John strapped on his 357 and took his older son out into the field have a look they first walked the area where the cow man was supposedly stuck on the fence and walked down the fence line looking for anything they came upon a large clump of long Roy - brown hair tangled in the top of the strand of barbed wire he tried to pull it off but it was really tangled up so he pulled out his buck knife and sawed it off he said the hair was over a foot long real coarse and stringy there appeared to be a bit of flesh matted in the top of the clump and the top of the wire was pulled loose from one of the posts whatever was hung up there on the fence was very big he handed the hair to his son to hold and they climbed through the fence and walked toward the woods he said he was looking for any signs and tracks on the ground the hair kind of looked like it was from a horse's mane or tail the ground was solid and grassy it was a field and there were no hoof prints or any other tracks he could see the edge of the woods began about ten feet from the fence line and they entered on a small game trail that deer frequented it was around 8:00 at night and in the woods it was getting to be fairly dark they walked for a ways and soon began to smell the rotting garbage wet dog odor his wife had reported earlier John said he got the feeling that they were being watched the hair on the back of his neck was standing up he told his son they should head back before it got too dark and the boy didn't argue as they began walking back out they could hear heavy footsteps off to their left they stopped and the footstep stopped they walked on nearly to the clearing and John whispered to his son run like hell to the house on the count of three John jr. nodded and John whispered one two three and gave us on a push in the back to get him started then spun around and raced off the trail to the opposite direction toward the footsteps with his gun drawn off the trail the underbrush was dense with ferns and bushes he had a hard time making headway but as he got closer he could hear it moving away from him deeper into the woods at this time he told my dad that he thought it was a vagrant camping out in the woods and possibly scoping houses out to rob at night John was a big man and capable of taking care of himself in most any situation and he had a large caliber handgun so he wasn't too worried about confronting a vagrant in the woods he was a few yards off the trail and deep brush when he heard the movement stopped just ahead of him he stopped to look and listen he thought he saw movement by a large tree like someone was trying to hide there he leveled his gun and said come out nice and slow or I swear to God I'll come back there and shoot you it was silent for a moment and then he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and spun around to his right for a better look he said it looked like a huge bear moving through the brush he could only see bits of it through the dense ferns but it was moving quietly away from the trees on four legs it was about 15 feet away from him at first he thought it was a bear and then suddenly he saw a huge hairy arm with a human-like hand reach out of the brush and grab a small alder tree the tree was about four inches in diameter and it grabbed hold about five feet up he said it happened so fast it was a blur of a thing pulled itself up right out of the brush by holding the tree it stood on two legs turned its upper body to glare at John it was enormous he couldn't believe how bulky it was he said it was well over seven feet tall and at least half that big through the chest it was too dark to make out many features but its eyes seemed to glow a deep red and he thought he could see teeth like was curling its lips back it stood for just a brief moment and then lunged ahead pushing on the tree with tremendous force the tree snapped loudly and crashed into the trees around it getting hung up at the branches and not falling to the ground it then disappeared into the deep brush with frightening speed and sounding like a bulldozer with no engine sounds John stood there in shock his gun temporarily forgotten then he realized it was heading toward the house the way his son had went he turned and ran to the trail hoping to gain ground on it and cut it off before it reached the clearing he hit the trail and ran as fast as he could toward the clearing all the while hearing the creature crash and thrash through the brush on his side he bursts into the clearing and looked frantically about for his son John Jr was standing just inside of the fenced-in field waiting for his dad John screamed at him to run to the house then he saw the thing crash out of the woods about fifty feet to his left it crossed the 10-foot clearing and stepped over the fence in two strides and was running through the field parallel to his son in a matter of seconds John screamed at his son to run faster and took aim at the creature he didn't fire because he was afraid to hit his son or his house so he vaulted over the fence and ran in pursuit of them he could see it angling towards his son and knew there was no way his boy would make it to the gate before it cut him off in desperation he pointed the gun to the ground at his side and fired as I ran hoping to scare it it veered more sharply toward his son and put an enormous burst of speed he heard his boy scream as they seemed to collide he saw the creature dip its shoulder down a little bit and suddenly John Jr was airborne he flew about ten feet then hit the ground rolling the creature never paused it continued to run at an amazing speed in a loop back toward the woods once the line of fire was clear John stopped and squeezed off the remaining five rounds at their treating creature he was pretty sure all the shots went wild the creature never made a sound or slowed down and was soon over the fence and back into the woods he reached his son who was shaken up but not physically hurt he asked his dad if it was a bear apparently Little John was so busy running for the house that he didn't see the creature running after him he said something big and black suddenly ran into him and he felt a huge paw hit his bottom and he said he felt like he was falling John pulled his son to his feet and they ran through the gate and into the house locking the door behind him they were both out of breath and white as ghosts his wife was screaming at him demanding to know what the gunshots were for and if they were all right when he could catch his breath he told her to make sure the back door was locked he was going to call the sheriff he went to the phone and began to dial the number this was before nine one then stopped and wondered what exactly was going to say he hung up the phone realizing what an idiot he would look like if he told the sheriff that the boogey man just chased him and his kid out of the woods he told his wife that it was a large animal possibly a bear he didn't know how to begin to tell her that their four year old was right his cow man was real and it was a more frightening than anything he could imagine he told them to keep all the doors locked and stay away from the windows around ten o'clock that night both boys were in bed and John and his wife sat down to watch the news they soon heard a loud moaning cry kind of like the siren on the Volunteer Fire Department would stretch out for a long time then end with a whoop-whoop sound it was coming from the woods opposite the house his wife asked what the hell is that and John answered truthfully that is Tim's cow man he then described to her the full detail of what had happened and she immediately wanted to call the sheriff he persuaded her that they would sound crazy and that he would handle it himself she reluctantly agreed and told him she didn't want either of the kids to go outside until this thing was gone the howling went on until around midnight when it got quiet again John wanted to stay up through the night and watch over the house but he had a long day at work and the excitement earlier had worn him out they went to bed around 1:00 in the morning and had for their problems that night they slept in that morning the boys were already up and watching cartoons when they got out of bed the first thing Little John said was that he had heard the bear rubbing against the house last night he said he was too scared to get up until his parents and fell back asleep soon after then Tim said the cow man talks funny this stop John cold he asked his son when did you talk to the cow man Tim replied last night in my room John asked the cow man was in your room no daddy he's too big for my room he talked to my window Tim said and turned back to the cartoons what did the cow man say Tim John asked he talks funny I don't know what he said he talks like wow Tim said and started making strange monkey-like noises did the cow man try to get in your window John asked breaking out in a cold sweat no he's too big for that he made funny faces he has Lincoln log teeth Tim said with a smile John later learned Tim meant a dead square teeth that looked like the same size as the small blocks in a Lincoln Log set it apparently spent quite a while talking and making faces outside the boys window Tim said it lay down and went to sleep outside and you could hear it snoring John walked to his younger son's room and cautiously peered out the window no sleeping cow man John told the boys to get dressed and they're going to visit their uncle in Elma for the day after his wife and kids left he called one of the men from his crew and asked him to come over I'll call him Patrick he was an act state patrolman and my dad said he was kicked off the force because of his drinking problem he was a good worker and never got drunk before dark so John figured they would have the most of the day to look for this thing when Patrick arrived John greeted him at the door and said are you up for some hunting seeing ho was not hunting season Patrick told him he doesn't poach and doesn't even want to know about it if John did John told him it wasn't a deer he was after and went on to explain the previous night's events Patrick didn't really believe him but could see he was sincere and still shooken up John had his pistol and a bolt-action 30.6 Patrick had a 38 in his car and John loaned him a 12-gauge they first circled the house looking for any signs of a nocturnal visitor at the back of the house there was a spigot for the garden hose and it always leaked there was a patch of ground worn bare of grass under it and it had turned into mud in the center of the mud there was a huge clear imprint of what looked like a bare human foot John said it was at least 18 inches long and very wide it was so clear that he got the feeling it was left there on purpose they found no other prints around the house and in places in the field and woods where a track could be made the creature seemed to avoid off to the side of the track in the mud there were four straight lines around eight inches long he said it looked like someone had raked their fingers through the mud when they circled around the side of the house they got the Tim's window they saw what it was for above the top of the window a good seven feet up were four muddy streaks and on the window itself were dozens of large muddy finger prints the glass wasn't cracked or broken just smeared with mud by this time Patrick was fast becoming convinced something strange had indeed happened the night prior before going out into the woods John wanted to feed the family's pigs they had two of them apparently fairly young weighing around 40 pounds each the Pigpen was about a hundred yards away from the house behind an old barn as they got closer John became convinced and concerned because they couldn't hear them making any noise usually they squealed like crazy when they knew food was near at hand but this morning it was completely silent they rounded the corner and the pen was empty no sign of damage or struggle the pigs were just gone they searched the barn found nothing out of place so they decided to hit the woods and try to kill this thing they entered on the same trail John and John Jr had used the day before John showed Patrick the broken fence wire and told him again about the hair it was a bright summer morning and John was surprised the difference from the previous evening the night before had been still in silent now the woods were alive with birds and small animals he showed Patrick the broken tree and they followed the creatures trail and found several more trees and larger branches twisted and broken they could see large faint impressions of footprints where the ground was soft they followed the deer trail further into the woods and encountered nothing unusual by noon they were both getting hungry so they hiked back to the house for lunch they spent the rest of the day poking around but saw nothing more out of the ordinary just before dark that night his wife and kids drove up he and Patrick were sitting on the porch with guns watching the woods his wife asked if they had seen anything John told her about the footprint and mud on the window Patrick had retrieved a pint of booze from his car and was well on his way to getting smashed John decided he didn't want a frightened drunk with a gun around his family so he suggested the Patrick go home nothing was going to happen anyway Patrick agreed and drove off and John continued to watch the woods his wife brought out a plate of food and a Coleman lantern and a flashlight he told her he would stay out here and watch the house throughout the night before they went to bed he went into their bedroom and with help from his wife pushed the king-sized bed as far away from the windows as they could they agreed to his wife and kids would all sleep in that bed for the night and he would keep watch around the house she had grown up hunting and knew how to handle a gun just as good as him so she insisted on keeping the shotgun in the room with them he agreed after making her promise to ask for a name before shooting anything if he replied John please don't shoot it there was a full moon that night and John could see across the field and the inky dark of the woods the night air was filled with the sound of thousands of crickets in the pond behind the house was full of croaking frogs as the moon rose higher clumps of weeds in the field began casting sinister shadows and before long john was seeing big hairy creatures sneaking up on em in each of them he stood up and lit a cigarette trying to shake the fear and concentrate on the task at hand as he smoked he wandered to the end of the porch and stood looking at the darkened barn something was different but he couldn't quite place it the front of the barn facing the house was open and the moonlight was hitting it from the side casting the interior in deep shadows he stood watching the black openings as he finished his smoke thinking about the missing pigs he then realized what was wrong all the crickets and frogs had gone silent It was as quiet as the inside of a mausoleum at night he could hear the minut shrill buzz of his own nervous system as he turned to walk back to his chair he thought he saw movement in the barn he looked intently at the opening and could make out nothing then turned his head a bit to the side and saw what looked like two red eyes hovering about eight feet off the ground he couldn't see if he was looking straight at them but when he averted his eyes a little they became clear they were a deep burning coal red almost invisible in the dark every few seconds they would disappear when the creature blinked his heart began thudding in his chest and he waited for to leave the barn and approached the house he slowly backed up to his chair never looking away and picked up his thirty out six he walked back to the end of the porch and watched and waited he stood looking at the blinking red eyes for what seemed like hours and then the eyes blinked out and never came back he watched intently but could see no movement he thought for a moment then grabbed the flashlight and shined it at the barn the flashlight was too small to penetrate the darkness of the barn from this distance he had to get closer he was none too keen about leaving the relative safety of the porch and confronting a glowing eyed monster in his barn but he was damned if he was going to live in fear of his own house he left the porch and began slowly working his way toward the barn taking his time building his courage he got a closer and could still see no movement it had gone further into the dark he got within 20 feet of the opening and his flashlight would now penetrate the gloom of the barn he moved the feeble beam of light over the contents of the barn an old tractor an old pickup boxes and buckets to many places for something to hide even something big he cautiously walked closer now shining the flashlight down the barrel of his rifle he stopped at the entrance and shined the light all over searching the corners and under vehicles he's finally stepped into the barn every sense straining for a sound or movement he walked around the pickup tensing for a huge hairy arm to reach out and grab him at any second he made his way clear to the rear of the barn without seeing anything and slowly turned to leave he felt both relieved not to have encountered it in the dark and frightened and somewhat confused about where it could have gone as he was walking out he glanced the wide stairs leading up into the hayloft and froze he knew with complete certainty that it had climbed those stairs and was waiting for him to walk out under the hayloft and jump down on him he couldn't move he was literally frozen in fear he swore he could hear the floorboards softly creak above him as an enormous weight edged stealthily closer to the edge he stood with his heart pounding in his ears unable to move unable to act suddenly there was a booming explosion of a shotgun from the house followed by his wife screaming his paralysis broke and he bolted out of the barn toward the house completely forgetting what may have been in the hayloft as he ran toward the house he heard an inhuman roar coming from the woods behind the house it sounded pissed off and in pain it screamed again and he heard branches breaking as it ploughed through the forest thankfully away from the house he got to the house and almost knocked down the front door and his hurry to get inside he ran down the hall to the room and found his family huddled together on the bed sobbing one of the windows was blown out and his wife was still pointing the shotgun when he burst into the room she swung the gun in his direction and screamed and he hit the floor he waited for the blast but it didn't happen he slowly stood up and she had put up the gun down and he went to the bed he asked her what had happened but she was too shook up to answer just yet Tim was crying why did you shoot the cow man mommy why John jr. had his face buried against his shoulder after they calmed down a bit he told them to get up and follow him he led them to the living room then went out to the open front door and looked carefully around he could see no sign of it all was quiet again he told them to come out and get in the car they ran out in their pajamas piled in the car got in and drove them to their brother's house in Elma on the way there they had calmed down enough to tell him what had happened she said a couple hours after they went to bed she finally dozed off she was awakened by Tim talking to someone and this bizarre clicking chirping sound Tim wasn't in bed he was standing in front of one of the windows the moonlight was shining through both windows illuminating the room pretty well but there was a large shadow like a tree obscuring the window in front of Tim she knew there were no trees close enough to cast a shadow she told him to get away from the window mommy listen the cow man can sound like a bird Tim said pointing excitedly at the dark figure in the window Timmy get away from the window she said trying to keep her voice quiet right after she spoke the noises from outside changed it went from a soft chirping to a strange gibbering almost like human speech with an occasional pig-like snort thrown in at this time Little John woke up and said what is that rather loudly this seemed to incite the creature and hit the side of the house with its fists hard enough for the walls to tremble at this little John screamed and Tim yelled quiet you're going to scare him away she yelled at Tim to get away from the window again and reached up on the headboard and grabbed the shotgun she got out of bed and started toward Tim the creature leaned down and looked straight in the window at she screamed and raised the shotgun afraid to shoot because her son was too close she started toward grabbed him and there was an explosion of breaking glass a gigantic hairy arm reached through the window toward her son she screamed again and fired over Tim's head blowing out the rest of the window and hitting the creature with buckshot it jerked backwards out of the window and disappeared into the dark a few seconds later she heard it screaming in the woods it was trying to get Tim it was trying to grab my baby she started crying again and he comforted her as best he could while driving they stayed the rest of that night and the following night with her brother's family he told his brother about it but he could see he didn't really believe him he agreed to ride back to John's house with him early Monday morning before work they had left the front door open in their haste to leave and he was afraid animals or vandals would have gotten to the house when they arrived the house look like a tornado had gone through it the couch was upside down they had a large heavy console TV and is apparently thrown across the room laying in a spray of broken glass the kitchen was trashed the refrigerator knocked over and food everywhere the doors to both of the boy's rooms were left closed and the rooms were untouched same as the bathroom the master bedroom was torn apart the pillows ripped up and feathers everywhere the chest of drawers was knocked over and a large mirror was smashed John's brother looked around in awe and said you'd better call the police John looked at him and said and tell them what bigfoot destroyed my house they left and closed the front door this time and drove to my dad's mill in Aberdeen John's brother waited in the car while John went in and told this to my dad after he was done my dad said well let's go have a look at it then they drove back out to the house and John showed my dad the damage he pulled the clump of hair from the shirt pocket that my dad look at it as they were walking through the house surveying the damage my dad pointed out cracks in the ceiling where it apparently it stood up and hit its head on the ceiling John told my dad that they couldn't live there anymore even if the creature was gone they would have always been afraid their homeowner insurance wouldn't cover the damage the adjuster just claimed that John must have done it in a drunken rage my dad helped them find a place in Aberdeen and gave him a loan for new furniture and stuff the house was eventually fixed up and sold and my dad never heard about another problem there again a few observations about my story my dad lost contact with quote John and his family in the mid-80s they moved out of state in my dad hasn't heard from him since his brother died around the same time why didn't they call the cops John had a lot of pride as well as a lot of common sense he knew he couldn't have logically explained what happened to the authorities and didn't want the story to get out and have him branded as some kind of nutcase I asked my dad if they saved the hair he said John never mentioned it again and my dad never asked about it again I asked my dad if he saw the footprint and muddy fingerprints he said he did he said it looked like a giant barefoot man had stepped very carefully in the center of the mud he's not a tracker but he said it was the clearest print of any kind he had ever seen I asked my dad if the neighbors had heard any of this he said if they did none of them ever mentioned it I also asked him if he thought it was possible that John had made this all up that it was him that had trashed the house in a drunken rage and made up an elaborate cover story my dad said John and his family were truly terrified of that place they didn't even want to go back to get their clothes if it was just an elaborate story what did he stand to gain to profit from a story in any way you have to share it with people my dad and the other folks mentioned in the story are the only ones who ever heard it until now of course he also said that whatever trashed the house was no man the TV had to weigh close to 200 pounds and it was obviously thrown across the room with great force he said that even after two days there was still a wild animal smell in the house I asked my dad if he thought there might have been two creatures involved considering the incident in the barn he said he has John the same question and John said that he thought there was only one and that it lured him into the barn then snuck out the side door to the house the thing he thought he heard in the hayloft was either his imagination or something common like a raccoon for whatever reason this creature seemed focused on their four-year-old son their son was the only one who never showed any fear of it he seemed to think of it as his friend and although the sex of the animal was never determined it was referred to as a male because of the predatory stalking type behavior that and the conspicuous lack of breasts or perhaps it was just was not as well-endowed as the Patterson film subject anyhow its behavior almost seems indicative of a mother that has lost her little Bigfoot and is looking for a replacement I asked my dad if little Timmy was a particularly hairy child perhaps suffering from a rare condition that causes uncontrollable hair growth all over the body he said no Timmy was a normal young little boy with normal brown hair on his normal head I didn't ask if Timmy regularly wreaked of rotting garbage and wet dogs because that didn't seem polite he told me of other possible Bigfoot encounters that he and his crew had in the woods around Grays Harbor none of them are quite as titillating as the cow man's story but interesting nonetheless perhaps I'll share them if there is an interest in hearing them so at the end of the day I was left with no leads to follow no new evidence of anything but I did come away with a pretty damn good story so that is SD baker's calm and report I don't know anything about this author st baker this narrative could be authentic or it could be completely fiction but if you accept that these animals exist then stories like this have happened there's a lot more to say about this narrative but I'll leave it at this for now anyway thanks an awful lot for listening and happy Halloween

Channel: Bob Gymlan

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Keywords: cowman, cowman of copalis beach, is bigfoot real, sasquatch sighting, bigfoot footage, bigfoot reports, bigfoot aggression, bigfoot habitation, sasquatch aggression

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Length: 36min 11sec (2171 seconds)

Published: Thu Oct 27 2016

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And now I'm scared of our barn

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I like Bob Gymlan. All though he is a fan of Colorado bigfoot.