Angie

Upon further review of my notes,sketches and numerous discussions with other specialists on this matter…here’s my spin-theory on the variables & circumstances that turned actions into consequences the evening of Fri. July 10′09 along the 2 lane roadway in the eastern outskirts of Uniontown,PA.
WHAT IF…
Given…the facts and details our witness reiterated among our researchers/investigators.
Here is a possible scenario…everything here is purely speculative right? OK. Let’s go back 1 year to this same time last summer. It’s mid-July 2008 when a relatively young (teenage) forest person was taken on a learning walk from the family unit’s seasonal summer shelter in a remote safe-haven area along the Chestnut Ridge,not far from Jumonville. This ‘young one’ was shown the seasonal game trail by an elder that habitually followed the waterways of Shutes Run,Coolspring Run,& Rankin’s Run leading into the lowlands of Evans,Evans Mano,Bethelboro,Phillips and all points NE of Uniontown proper and Redstone Creek. The elder ‘walker-teacher’ has demonstrated to the teen creature this same route for a number of years,pointing out possible signs of demarcation and trail markers for routine passage…ultimately to obtain a seasonal source of nutrition. Fruits,plants,aquatic life,small game,etc,…the lowlands are where ‘THEY’ go to eat at this time of the warm season. Now,…let’s move ahead 1 year…same teen creature,1 year older, alone this summer because it’s his (or her ) right-of passage year of maturation. Traveling on it’s ‘food sojurn’ alone…all is well,…until it comes upon loud unnerving noise of machinery and humans,…renovating a section of the bridge overpass and roadway with a 1/10 of a mile detour for the traffic in the area of the water places where it’s ‘walker-teacher’ crossed the last road and entered the lowland areas to forage. {This area is in actuality under detour and repair,approx. 1 mile NNE from the sighting on 7-10-09} The lone forager was eventually able to safely maneuver his way around the obstacles but,only after much stealth and speed under the cover of…let’s say the dim light of the wakening morn,…systematically making it’s way and finally locating the annual food sources it now welcomed on an empty stomach. Eating it’s fill and hiding it’s whereabouts and remnants of food, he decides to lie down and rest before returning to the ridge line approx. 4 miles as the black crow flies in the direction of the early morning bright light atop the mountain.
HOURS LATER…our teen squatch awakens,alone this time,somewhat dis-oriented and aware he has rested longer than he should have and begins to react and make his way back. He then realizes his return path to the shelter of the ridge must change because of the helter skelter of road construction at this time of day. He now decides to choose a more direct route,…a passageway unfamiliar with no trail markers and laden with potential risks. He takes off on 2 feet running at a steadfast pace in the direction his bio-compass leads him,…up a heavily wooded steep hill and into the open area where a few young humans are playing off in the distance,…across an open grassy area,…crossing the hardtop road, dodging and narrowly missing a female human in her road-mover…leaping over the last part of it as it passes him,…and up the narrow hard-top road where the human shelters are in a row. He reasons,…if he runs fast enough,…maybe he’ll not be discovered in the short ‘no-cover’ area of possible discovery. His destination is obtainable now,…he drops to all fours and races by without detection…he has covered the area of risk and comes up onto 2 legs for the remaining distance. With relief he is headed for his destination,safely and without incident. Only one human female saw him for but a brief moment. The elder ‘walker-teacher’ must know about the encounter eventually,…but,for the moment…his right-of-passage has been achieved. He comes upon the last batch of tree markers bent and woven in the direction of the big rock and he begins to whistle his signal to the ‘watchers’ that he senses already know he’s there…
I’m just sayin’.

I’ll bring more details re:area locales,incidents in relation to this sighting and other related specifics in the next few days. Thanx for your attention1

I was just “going outside the box,” so to speak. Picking up on what Odingirl said some posts ago.
I still am not ready to call this “Bigfoot,” though.

Until there is another sighting of IT or a similar-looking creature, I guess we’ll never know.

All I’m saying is this: for me to consider your take on this sighting as either likely or probable is to brand a witness I know nothing about as either a huge (and reckless) liar, or dangerously mentally or physically impaired, to the extent that she should either be in jail or in a hospital.

I’d even use your own personal sighting as evidence for that. But that a bit later.

Other than that you are a name that posts here, I don’t know anything about you, even if anything you post is even the truth. You have the same problem with me; and both of us do with most if not all of the other posters here. So instead of going “proriter probably lies, and come to think of it I better watch my back with everyone here,” I adopt a reasonable-person standard. I presume – until I see compelling, or at the very least highly interesting, evidence to the contrary – that the folks that post here are just folks, that their interest is legitimate, and that the things they talk about are coming from their research, knowledge, and/or experience. In other words, they are representing themselves as normal people pretty well, pretty much, and might as well treat them that way.

I’d agree with you that the drawings and scratches don’t conclude anything for me. Heck, I might even be able to do a better drawing. But, absent any other evidence to the contrary, I have to presume that we have a person here who had a very interesting experience; that the stuff we’re looking at is an honest effort to record that experience; and that based on both the drawing and the witness’s own account, that experience doesn’t sound like an experience with anything I know about.

Could this be one crazy lady or one big lie (or both)? Sure. My problem is that there are so many other accounts so much like this one in what was experienced that to make that presumption for this one means I’d have to make it for all of them, and I just don’t think that kind of phenomenon happens in the world I’ve been living in all these years. At least I’m aware of nothing else like it. And if it did indeed happen, folks would be picking something more exciting to be lying or hallucinating over than a giant bipedal ape. Which sounds to me pretty mundane, at least as monsters go. (And given King Kong as a template, they sure are making this a peeny little guy for a giant ape. And they’re all coming together, independently, on a range of sizes and behaviors one would expect for individuals of a species. Where are they getting that? Particularly given that very, very few of them are scientifically inclined.)

Again: one can’t do a thing with this one single sighting but put it in a pile. But that’s one big pile, of apparently congruent experiences with something that is quite consistently described.

As to your sighting: I have to presume you’re telling me the truth, and with yours too, you’re right, there’s nothing we can do with it. Nobody shot it, nobody caught it, and you didn’t get documentation. Que sera, sera. Doesn’t change the fact that you saw it. But how can it be followed up? I don’t think I’d say in your case that that says more about the case itself than about the scientific attitude toward it. I’d just say that cryptid sightings, as a rule, are not the kind of thing likely to get documented sufficient for proof, by amateurs (or even surprised professionals), on the spot.

So for me and cryptid sightings I’m looking for two things: frequency and coherence. There need to be a lot of them and they need to all hang together in terms of describing a phenomenon. That might get science interested. This one seems to fit in that pile.

And for now, that’s all I can do with this one. Other than presume that this witness wouldn’t have a particularly good reason – and several bad ones – to say she saw this, if she didn’t.

Oh. Cryptozoology can’t go to the proof bank with this one, or with anything it has so far on this animal. All it can do is hope that sooner or later there are so damn many of these and so damn consistent that science – whom we charge with the proof – rethinks its stance and seriously follows up the evidence.

Or that a sasquatch makes a really bad decision that drops the proof right in their laps.

I’m not trying to be nasty. About 10 years ago in a remote part of Steuben County here in Indiana, I saw a bird perched on the top branch of a bare old-growth oak tree that I would have sworn on a bible was five feet tall, sitting. When I saw it, I braked so hard that my car skidded partly into a ditch. I even got out to check my perspective and look at it from different angles. Being late for work, I finally had to leave — but I’ve never forgotten what I saw. Yet I have no proof of anything, so my own personal crypto sighting must also go in the Jersey Devil pile. Alas!