A researcher in Walla Walla says he has found four cases where BF tracks
went into fields with snow, and simply "ended"....he has video, and had five witnesses with him who back up his accounts.

Thom Powell and others, also report this, and even John Green reports one such
incident witnessed by a veternarian (Dr) in the NW, in 1975.

Has anyone here found this type of incident?

I've only ever recieved one report about the type of thing you are talking about, but when I expressed interest in investigating the site, the witness backed out on me. It could have been that he was not telling the truth, or that he was nervous that someone might think him crazy for reporting and believing in Sasquatch.

Jimmy Jack yew are transparent.

I can pick you from a mile away Becky.

Knew it was you before I read the post.

Love,
Martin

My uncle's wife is named Becky.

I can see it now. You, Erik in your little turn-about out on San Francisco Bay. Severely listing to port. Shitfaced. In drag. Gobbling down handfuls of St. John's Wort. The Coast Guard tries to board. You ditch your "Cub Scouts in Heat" maggie. You turn off Steve and Edie. Then - you get busted - for smuggling coat hangers for your military coup. Portly, disheveled and heavyset, they parade you down the dock. You are about as depressed as Pee Wee Herman after they caught him spanking. In court it takes twenty minutes to read off all of your aliases and another ten for your criminal record. The presiding judge is Anya Lincoln. GULP. Where's my 186K fatso? You blame Johnnny Horrible. You tell her that it was Johnny Horrible who put all of those voices in your head. Then the courtroom doors fly open. It's the fucking Juice. And he's here to save his bumchum. A donut ring around each nostril, OJ tries in vane to free the chunky monkey. Suddenly the parapoof shapeshifts into a bigfoot with a goat's head and makes a a break to the roof. The CIA track wheel helicopter hoists Cedrik aloft. It looks like one of those National Guard helos hauling a cow from the flooded areas of Carolina. Suddenly the rope snaps. A freaking sky crane couldn't hold Mayor Cholesterol. He splashes into the ocean leaving a Tsunami bigger than the one in "Deep Impact". He bobs up and down at sea like an abandoned beach ball. "You took my blow" OJ screams as he drives his white Bronco off the dock and into the water. You pull out a chalk board to signal to your alien friends. "Help me" you say - like a pathetic Furbie. They ask for the plutonium back that you stole from them on your last crap circle adventure. And then they screw. Suddenly the water foams and boils all around you. A neck and head emerge. It's Nessy-with-a-goiter! You try to give it a candy bar and then try to pet it - but quickly realize that it is just a ghost that splashes. Suddenly someone appears at the turnstyles - the Doctor with kaleidescope eyes. It's Dr. Molly-In-The-Squire-With-Cedrik - ya know - the inventor of the back-alley book-binding/abortion tool! She hums a dictionary at you and misses. Then she revokes your spamming privileges. In the distance you can see your UFO/Bigfoot Museum/Dump burning profusely. You lit it on fire yourself after your crystal meth lab blew up. Then these nice men in suits haul you from the water. "Thanks" you say. It was Johnny Horrible who did it - you tell them. Then the gentlemen hand you some documents that you have never, ever seen before. They say "W-2" "1040" and "1099" on top. They have your name filled in at the top - but otherwise are blank......

then you come out of your vodka-induced dream with a Lizzy Borden hangover. You rattle an empty box of Cheez-its and stagger over to your 286. There is a nursing home that just went on-line with their new web page and you are going to teach them about bigfoot........KNOCK, KNOCK....Oh, no...It's the big bad wolf at the door - It's Johhny Horrible! And he'll huff and he'll puff and........You open the door......It's a large pepperoni.....you mace the pizza guy and take the pizza. Suddenly you see the rotting carcass of your yellow lab in the corner. s**t! I forgot to feed it - for three years! Does the dog eat tonight - or does Cedrik chug rotgut? That is the question. The latter always prevails. You then remember its time for your Mensies pub crawl. You stumble into the art museum where you are scheduled to meet and then piss all over a Monet. The only art you understand comes from Marvel comics. This other stuff is way too heady for ya. Nobody shows - so ya had back to your dump. You accost homeless people along the way - rob them blind - and then hop in your car - your turbo-charged shopping cart. You swig from your Aqua Velva bottle and then hum it at a passing bicyclist - a six-year old girl. The shopping cart is racing down the hills out-of-control. Ironically, it parallels your life. You smash through the doors of The Golden Spike and see all of your friends - it's transvestite night.

Popeye with a Goiter

You see, I've got the secret identity decoder-ring. It must be frustrating to know that you have to make a new identity up everyday. If it was up to me I would bust your ass before you finished registering your login.

Love,
Martin