Hey there

Well I guess to the world I am a drunken, gullible idiot. I thought I was just writing stories for their entertainment value but it appears I am supposed to be an investigative reporter. So I'm told.

I go out into the field and I report on the events that transpire. I don't make things up, I don't cover things up. It is what it is. Just as I am what I am.

I'm human. I hurt. I laugh. I have too much to drink at times. I get angry. I love, and I am heart-broken.

I know many of you enjoy my stories and you understand that I write them for entertainment value and to promote any and all researchers who I have the honor of going out into the field with.

I guess now I have to let others decide who or what I write about and if it comes down to that, I should probably just hang it up because it won't really belong to me anymore.

All I know is that there are thousands of researchers in the woods every weekend and not one of them has ever come up with anything other than probable evidence.

So where do they all get off telling me how to do my job? Here I am trying to unite researchers from coast to coast, only to find out there are cliques and social tiers and popularity contests. Way to go guys, that'll get you closer to finding the truth.

So what if I went into the woods with Biscardi? It was quite boring actually. I have been in the field with Eric Altman, Don Keating, members of the MABRC and other independent researchers and always with the same results. We have a good time, we get in the woods, we hike we tell stories, I take pictures and write a nice little piece for my little blog.

I'm not saving lives. No one is finding Bigfoot. Yet more books are being written and conferences being held and DVD's being sold. But we are no closer than we were 40 years ago.

So everyone please take a fucking chill pill. This is Bigfoot Research, not Rocket Science.

Let's give each other a fucking break.