How a REAL one will be found....

This was posted by a college professor at the BFF (look to your right) and sums up pretty much how most of us feel.


Hi folks,

[Note: For all you "Enchanted" fans out there, the awkward title to this thread goes to the tune of the hit song from the movie.]


Well now that we've had our fun, the smoke has cleared (and revealed nothing but mirrors), and two idiots and a nutjob have again sullied the names of all the good people genuinely trying to produce some evidence of these $%$# things, I thought I'd point out something obvious.

Let's assume for the moment that bigfoots are real, living, breathing, eating, mating, pooping, suckling, growing, dying creatures. How will we know when someone really does have that proof we're all hoping for.

It'll happen one of two ways:

1) A paleontologist/archaeologist/anthropologist will publish a paper in a leading, peer-refereed journal that describes some significant bone or other remains from which a new species of large, bipedal, non-human primate can be described and placed in North America, and dated to within the last, say, 500 years. In advance of the publication, the major news networks will get wind of the story and run some advance hype that may or may not include statements from the scientists who did the analysis that immediately portray why what they say they have is indeed what they have.

2) A logging truck flattens one on its grill, and within 24 hrs the entire world gets to see clear photos on the news of its entire body, including definitive close-ups of its hands, feet, face, etc. Anyone who sees these photos will be immediately convinced that they are looking at the remains of an animal that's been hit by a logging truck - with zero ambiguity, we'll just know we're seeing something real. The people involved in the accident will have called the state troopers; the troopers will get the state/provincial/federal wildlife officials to check it out - and confirm its authenticity - and the body will be professionally examined and curated in a research museum, most likely one affiliated with a major university in that region. In the days following the accident, if you requested a photo of the overseeing anatomist removing the liver from the body, you could probably see it. Everything would be above board, the chain of custody would be clear, and in the following months, scholarly articles describing the creature in excruciating detail - and assigning it a scientific name - would appear in the primary literature.

While it's understandable that the museum wouldn't let just any yokel off the street come and examine the specimen, there would be no "men in black", no involvement from "the military." There'd be no effort to cover anything up, because there'd be no reason to. Forget all the juvenile conspiracy fantasies and just own up to the fact that when it really happens, there'll be no way for us not to know about it.

What do the two scenarios above have in common? The proof comes first. THE PROOF COMES FIRST. There's no "go to our website," no "we will reveal our evidence on such and such a date," no "undisclosed location," no T-shirts, no expeditions, no low-resolution, dissatisfying photographs. We will see it all, up front, when we first hear the story.


"That's how we'll know!"

(Sing it with me)

"That's how we'll know . . .

he's discov'd."