Sasq-Watch!

I'm on the watch. As of today, I'm a Bigfoot hunter.

After my hike on Squak Mountain, I decided to try and look for pictures of the immediate vicinity that anyone had posted on Google Earth. I switched on a filter that made an impressive number of yellowish dots permeate the landscape. As I moused over the dots, some were place names, some were vacation pictures... Some were dates.

There was only one yellow dot on Squak Mountain, and it simply read: 1983-08-17.

My curiosity was piqued, so I indulged the dot and gave it a click. A rectangular bubble popped up containing a link that redirected me to the Bigfoot Field Research Orginization's website. It told the story of two men who were hiking on Squak Mountain and heard something of massive bulk walking towards them on the other side of an embankment. They sat very still, and suddenly, the footfalls ended. They felt as if the thing had realized they were there. After a silent stand-off lasting roughly 20 minutes, the thing turned around and walked back into the forest, vibrating the ground with every step. The men were harrowed and said not a word on the way back to their truck, at which point they simply high-tailed it.

There are literally over 400 Bigfoot sightings in Washington state alone. There are also audio recordings of these awful howling screams that people sometimes hear at night while camping. Some friends of mine and myself have since become avid readers of the site. We simply can not stop trying to freak ourselves out about Sasquatch. At any rate, when I say I'm becoming a Bigfoot hunter, I don't mean I'm going to go out looking for him or anything. That would involve peeing myself too much, and it would just put me under a lot of unnecessary mental duress. I already have a surfeit of problems that don't need to include a terrifying, unclassified primate that screams at people from the hills. At least not in person. No, I plan on filling more of the "armchair" hunter position at this point. I'm content to sit at home, in my 5th story apartment, downtown, reading about how he's out there, probably scaring some dogs, or just being completely terrifying in general.

Oh, and there are evidently white ones in Washington, somewhere. Some kids saw two of them just standing there at the tree-line, at which point they turned around and mildly retreated into the forest, clearly unimpressed by people in any way. That's probably the worst thing I've ever heard.