My objective with my research was never to meet a Big Foot face to face.  My fascination with this elusive bipedal primate did not extend to a face to face encounter with something that is 8 plus feet tall and weighs hundreds of pounds.

But that changed somewhat when I heard the whoop.  I felt a connection that I should at least try to extend a hand of friendship to this unseen forest dweller.  How do you do this and not alarm this shy but curious primate?  Or trigger an aggressive response?

I had to examine what my intentions were going to be.  I refuse to let the lure of fame or fortune be a factor in my decision.  Is this still a voyage of discovery?  Or the thrill of trying to find proof of my research?  What is my agenda with the Big Foot family that I suspect lives in my research area? 

• Reach out to this primate in a non-threatening way that would foster trust.
• Have a positive and inquiring attitude in my research.
• Will not physically track Big Foot.
• Be respectful of Big Foot and their home range.
• Continue to look for physical evidence of their presence and to figure out their home range.

I have had some success with this.  I have come across some stuff that still makes me clueless.  This labor of love continues to unfold in ways I would have never predicted.  Who knows what this clueless person will find next.

The month of May was a turning point in my research.  My main focus was on the physical proof that there is a bipedal primate here in the forest of Colorado.  I have been very lucky in my finds.  What I have found in the last few months may take some researchers years to find.  I am very thankful to the investigator who pointed me to where I am now.  I have no doubt about this.  There is a bipedal primate.

When you look at the picture, I was at this spot when I heard a whooo.  I stopped and listened for about 30 seconds.  Then I started to walk again.  Again I heard a whooo.  I stopped and listened again.  There were crows circling above the big pine tree.  Nothing, so I started to walk again.  Another whooo!  I stopped and listened for about 30 seconds.  I took this picture from where I heard this whooo three times.  I walked back to my car listening and looking for people or maybe a Big Foot.  I was excited but knew it was not an owl, dove, feline or canine.  What I heard was probably a whoop from a Big Foot.  I did not encounter people for another 30 minutes from another direction.  So a human source was not it.

This is one of the few times I was researching by myself.   When I got home I contacted some seasoned researchers about what had happened.  The consensus from them was that a Big Foot whooped at me.  Now what?  This is not prints or tree breaks but a personal response to me.  I'm now at the point of what do I want to do?  Do I go to another level in my research?  Or do I continue to do what I am doing?  This was a major decision for me.  I have no hidden agenda.  I am not doing this for fame or fortune.  This is a labor of love.  To prove the existence of this elusive primate.  The thrill of discovery.