Was listening to the CBC, when a trite little piece came on at the tail end of The Current, detailing the current propostion before some forgettfully named MP in Alberta to enact legislation to protect Bigfoot. Todd Standing's name was not mentioned, but Im fairly certain there can't be two fony filmmakers beating this particular dead horse...

And of course, they went straight to the source of intellectual conversation by asking a basketful of twenty-somethings, too dazed by gas fumes to escape a cbc reporter on an Edmonton street, for their opinions on the subject. Nobody but the hippy believed in bigfoot, and most didn't understand the concept of 'endangered status', or the particular danger of giving protection to a species about whose population numbers you have no evidence to estimate on.

If we are indeed to go on simple anecdotal evidence, assuming the incidence of sightings reflects the numbers of these creatures... then the population appears to be growing! My god, we're surrounded by them... People are being chased out of their campsites by territorial males hurling a barrage of rocks, logging and mining equipment is being damaged, and sooner or later some backpacking yuppy with a throwaway camera and a twinkie is gonna get between a female and her young, and we'll find his limbs floating downstream.

So screw the Endangered Species Act. If we're to enact any legislation at all, based on no proper scientific evidence, lets institute a limited hunting season. Sell the toe tags to trigger-happy Texas oil tycoons and Michigan rockstars, the sort that won't think twice about spending more money than I make in a decade to fly halfway around the world in the effort to stick the head of an elusive dead critter on their trophy room wall. If they're truly serious about obtaining that one-of-a-kind trophy, they'll lay down enough cash, bring forth enough resources, hire enough trackers and guides, and spend enough bushtime to finally knock one down.

And then we'll have proof.
Then we can think about ESA status...
Or BBQ...

I can see it now, They do like you say there put a season on a unknown animal. Then one day someone is out hunting something else and runs across a Bigfoot and kills it. He is then charged with a crime for killing something that officially is not even real. Or worse even he does not shoot it because it is out of season and we are still looking for a unknown animal that could have been proved as real if not for that stupid law.

I also see another problem... How do you identify a Sasquatch/Bigfoot through brush, at a distance?

The "It looks like a man" excuse is going to have a lot of people getting shot.

Positively Swiftian,Trap.

Could happen, but if you're out BF hunting make sure you have a bear tag, really good firepower and a hacksaw. No matter what, claim you thought it was a bear and it attacked you...

Great post. Thanks.



Thus the danger of democracy, despite all it's blessings.

The ignorant ruling sasquatchery is scary.

Maintaining sasquatchery in ignorance is a crime.

Funny how government appears forced to go to this extreme before funding (at any level) any investigation into the phenomenon.........



There's another problem. The ESA is wonderful legislation.

Too bad it's been abused to the point of being meaningless, or worse.

That works with people too. If you ever catch and then proceed to beat the hell out of the thief who broke into your car and was in the process of stealing your ashtray change, just tell the cops "He attacked me occifer, I was defending myself". "Hey sarge, do you see any problems with that story...me neither."

I'd tell the "occifer" that I caught a burglar in my car.

I don't know why he was there, but when I got there, I whupped him the best I could.

I don't know how that explanation would stand with the "occifer", nor a jury of my peers, but I know how the burglar would perceive it.

It's the Uncle Jimbo school of hunting... Any critter is fair game as long as you scream out, "LOOK OUT - It's coming right for us!!!"

This excuses the Jackalope, the Five-Lined Skank, and the highly venomous Rocky Mountain Fluffy Bunny hanging on the wall.

Im glad to see at least one person recognized the spirit behind that post.

Better off not instituting a Bigfoot hunting season. If said creature is elusive now just wait until it senses that there is a horde of gun toating Good Ol' Boys comming up the mountain looking to make as many empty shell caseings as they can at Bigfoot's expense.

Let's not forget Col. Whatshisname from "Rambo". "If you do that, you better bring some bodybags". So we are going to hunt the elusive 800 lb primate, who, as far as we know, travels in family groups and isn't terribly fazed by gunshots unless they are perfectly placed. Good luck with all that.