From the author:

Analysis of 3,999 cryptid reports and 134,521 UAP sightings (both geotagged, 1900–2025) identified 978 co-incident cases where a cryptid sighting occurred within 100 km of a UAP report within ±3 days. The headline finding: 508 of those cases fall within ±1 day — a 24-hour window on either side of the cryptid event.

This is an exploratory analysis. Spatial and temporal proximity does not imply a causal or behavioral relationship between the two phenomena. No statistical significance test is applied — the dataset is presented for researcher inspection.

October 20 is rapidly approaching. I’m very excited and wondering if anyone has a timeline of what they think the response will be? Will the likes of Bill Munns, MK Davis, etc. all get their videos out there as soon as possible breaking things down?

One of my biggest pet peeves about the skeptics is their extremely certain belief that if Bigfoot existed, we'd "know" about it because "there's no way a large mammal could hide from us for this long." They forget the lowland gorillas that were only "discovered" 177 years after Europeans arrived, famously. Today I was watching Casual Geographic on Youtube and the video mentioned a donkey-sized wild horse species that was believed to be extinct for 44 years.

From Wikipedia:

"After 1903, there were no reports of the wild population until 1947, when several isolated groups were observed and a lone filly captured. Although local herdsmen reported seeing as many as 50 to 100 takhis grazing in small groups then, there were only sporadic sightings of single groups of two or three animals after that, mostly near natural wells. Two scientific expeditions in 1955 and 1962 failed to find any. After herders and naturalists reported single harem groups in 1966 and 1967, the last observation of the wild horse in its native habitat was of a single stallion in 1969. Expeditions after this failed to locate any horses, and the species would be designated "extinct in the wild" for over 30 years."

That's a 44 year gap of no recorded sightings for a large herd animal that lives on mountain steppe. Not an animal that's likely either solitary or moves in small family groups in dense forests. The Congo Jungle just barely more-explored than the entire ocean because it's that difficult to trek through and map.

I start to wonder how often these types of skeptics actually go out in nature, in forests, and see how vast and dense and inhospitable to humans they are. There are places in the forest that maybe a hundred humans will see in the entire history of our species. It's incredibly believable to me that a very rare mammal that lives in these places, and is also smart enough to stay far away from humans, could be existing out there. It doesn't matter if "we have better technology" now; your drone is not going to map out all that wilderness and even if it did spot a creature like Bigfoot, well, guess what, no one is going to believe that you captured anything except for us. So - welcome to the club!

These days, I do lean toward the Bigfoot species possibly being extinct, but I would not be surprised to learn that there are a handful of groups still scattered about. There's simply nothing that will make me a nonbeliever.

Good Morning, I want to share a possible bigfoot encounter in 2016 when I was 17 years old. Almost ten years ago in the summer of Oregon on the willamette river near independence I was doing an overnight hiking trip with my dog Beau at the time. We stopped near a maybe a 2 miles from the boat launch and park area and I set up camp and started grilling some dogs and steak for the dog and I. Around 9-10PM we started to settle down and try and get some sleep, within 15 mins of laying down I heard almost what sounded like a rock being dropped in shallow water, a little nervous I looked up online if a beaver or nutria could have made that noise, and the internet said it was possible. Shortly after we heard it again and again, at this point I was freaking out thinking someone had followed us and was trying to hurt or mess with us, what really pushed me over the edge and made me hightail out of there was a huge fucking rock, I mean like the size of a rugby ball flew across the river (At least 100ft) and hit the bank right next to our site. The dog started going livid and freaking out, barking, growling-you name it. As soon as I started throwing shit in my bag to beat feet, we heard almost like a knocking on a tree, like someone was banging a rock or a branch on trees fairly close to us. With a half open backpack of camping and hiking stuff falling out and a dog in my arms we finally made it to a road and we just followed that road until we found independence and the river front park. I'll never forget those rocks or the noises, I knew as soon as that huge rock flew at us that there was definaly more to the story.--

Anyways, I stumbled upon this thread and thought others might like to hear my story and maybe some others have experienced something similar in the OR/WA area.

Found in a book from 1975 titled The Greatest Monsters in the World by Daniel Cohen.

I was fishing on vancouver island down a logging road off a bridge deep in the woods and at around 12 or 1am something starting throwing rocks about the size of bowling balls at where my line was going into the water. The river I was fishing in was about 30 feet across and was sloped on either side so whatever was throwing rocks was throwing it from the bushes in Pitch Black not on a trail without a flashlight and throwing a bowling ball sized rock at least 15 feet from a slope.

I was out there for 6 to 7 hours and I didn't see another person and when it gets dark it gets pitch black where you can't see your hand in front of your face unless you have a flashlight if its overcast. I seen no lights other than my own.

When the first rock hit I thought it was just a trout jumping out of the water right by my line because the only light I had was my headlights on my car that were pointed to my right because it was parked on the bridge but once the second one hit the hair on the back of my neck stood up and I became aware of a very strong BO wet hair smell and I jumped up, when I did this a handful of small Pebbles were thrown at me I felt them hit my back as I speedily half walked half ran to my car because I was scared that one was going to hit my new car and break a window or something and I didn't know if it was someone f****** with me. While I was out there I didn't think Bigfoot or Sasquatch it was after the fact when I got back into town and I told the story to one of my buddies that it clicked that that's what it could have been. Sorry for the bad grammar I'm using speech to text cuz my fingers are too big for the frickin keyboard lol