i Interview a Bigfoot Hunter


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     Curt Bradford is an ordinary single guy on an extraordinary pursuit.  Since the age of ten when he read John Green’s book, “The Apes Among Us,” he’s been fascinated by these illusive giants.

     He lives in Fredericksburg, VA. and is on a two-month sabbatical from his insurance job.  Here in Spokane, he is visiting his cousin and my friend, Sheryl Rhosdy, when I asked how his avid and continuing search was coming along.  Among my summer joys now are the thrills of hearing about his hunt.

      He’d just been to Harrison Hot Springs, British Columbia, to meet John Green, now in his eighties.  “If there were two people I most wanted to meet in the world, it was God and John Greene.”  He’s still glowing over that experience.  Curt has gone to Big Foot conventions, makes a trip every year to the Willamette National Forest in Oregon to look to Sasquash, and will take back with him a “souvenir” plaster cast of Big Foot he bought in Canada.  In the photo he holds one of a female and asks, “Can you imagine having a foot this big?”

     At five foot and ten inches and 240 he is fearless in his quest.  He’s come close.  He bring tingles as he reports, “In a very remote part of the Oregon forest, I was by myself.  It was night.  I was all wrapped up in my hammock wrapped in a sleeping bag and covered with netting.  In the middle of the night, I felt something very big and tall standing beside me.”  He wants to find bones so he can prove with DNA that these giants among us do exist.

      He had his heart set on meeting the author whose authentic voice sent him on this lifelong journey.  Knowing that he lived somewhere close to the border, Curt went up to Harrison Hot Springs to the library where one of the staff put him in touch with a man who arranged the meeting for him with his hero.  Curt says Green has recorded over three thousand sightings in the U.S. and Canada.

      In our forests here in the Pacific Northwest the Big Foot legends are many.  In fact, just a few miles away from the Lazy Bee, a few years ago a young bride said to her husband, “Don’t go outside.  Something horrible is there.”  In the morning the couple took photos of big footprints in the snow outside their cottage.

      Indians here would leave the top row of their drying fish and the heads on the ground for the Sasquash who’d take the fish.

     “Are women fascinated when you tell them you’re a Big Foot hunter?”

    “No, they run fast as they can the other way.”

     

Author: lebensbornnovel

There at the base of a mountain, I live in a rustic cabin with my engineer/writer husband and loving cat, Alfie. I am a former journalist and pr consultant. In my blog I attempt to capture a sliver of WW history, the Lebensborn program to create a Master Race, and to add newsworthy tidbits which are 'somewhat' relevant to this subject.

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