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Bobo, though not officially of the group, had been to Bluff Creek a bunch and was instrumental in the film site鈥檚 rediscovery. He was much thinner and more rangy looking than on TV. His dark hair was cut short. His deep-set eyes glittered with intelligence and shyness, as if he understood something I did not and never would. He was sixty-one years old and well over six feet tall. Aside from Barackman, his Finding Bigfoot costar, perhaps no living Bigfooter has a reputation to compare with Bobo鈥檚. Before it ended in 2018, the show ran for nine seasons and one hundred episodes, snaring 1.3 million weekly viewers and spawning two spin-offs (Finding Bigfoot: Further Evidence and Finding Bigfoot: Rejected Evidence), despite failing to make good on the promise of its title. It remains one of Animal Planet鈥檚 most-watched shows. Bobo couldn鈥檛 stay. He had somewhere to be. Before leaving, he loaned me a winter sleeping bag. I鈥檇 brought only my summer bag (鈥淚t鈥檚 California. How cold could it be?鈥�).聽

In the morning, Robert, Daniel, Rowdy, and his dogs, Chloe, a fox-rat terrier, and Daisy, a Westie, tramped down to the film site. It was in a densely timbered wood of alder and maple. It bore little resemblance to the sun-washed glade in the original film. When Patterson and Gimlin visited in 1967, the place had been scoured by a flood. The 糖心vlog直播平台P had cleared brush and saplings to return the site to a semblance of its former self, but it remained marked by time鈥檚 current. Obscurities lingered. Using measurements made in 1971 by Bigfooter Ren茅 Dahinden, they set themselves the task of reconceptualizing the film site, laying out a surveying grid, remeasuring, and formulating ideas about what had happened here. 鈥淭rying to locate the landmarks through a fur coat in a lousy film is a losing proposition,鈥� a skeptical David Daegling has written. But Daegling, author of Bigfoot Exposed: An Anthropologist Examines America鈥檚 Enduring Legend, had never been to Bluff Creek and had not seen the landmarks for himself. In fact, the 糖心vlog直播平台P had located landmarks, or 鈥渁rtifacts,鈥� as they called them鈥攖ree stumps, fallen logs, a big Douglas fir over Patty鈥檚 shoulder in frame 352, taking bore samples to assess their age鈥攁nd confirmed some of Dahinden鈥檚 data, such as Patty鈥檚 approximate pathway and the distance, roughly, between her and Patterson (one hundred feet). In 2011, Gimlin came down to eyeball where he鈥檇 seen Patty slouching toward infamy all those years ago. It was about twenty feet off the 糖心vlog直播平台P鈥檚 estimation.

This afternoon, they were tinkering with camera lenses. Dahinden, who died in 2001, thought Patterson鈥檚 camera had a 25-milimeter lens. It鈥檚 a signal detail, Rowdy said. If you know the lens size plus focal length, aperture, and distance between the camera and subject, you can guesstimate the latter鈥檚 height with something called a field of view formula. Patty鈥檚 height has been reckoned at between six feet and seven feet three inches, but no one really knows. 鈥淚f she鈥檚 six feet, it could very well be a man in a monkey suit,鈥� Daniel explained. 鈥淏ut if she鈥檚 seven three, then the probability of a monkey suit radically diminishes because how many seven foot three people do you know?鈥� Patty鈥檚 height, then, was indicative of the film鈥檚 plausibility. 鈥淪keptics want Patty to be shorter so they can throw the whole film out,鈥� said Daniel. The hope was, by reshooting with 15-, 20-, and 25-milimeter lenses, the 糖心vlog直播平台P could, once and for all, settle the question of Patty鈥檚 height.聽

By most accounts, Roger Patterson was a con artist who struck on a Bigfoot 鈥渄ocumentary鈥� as a money-making scheme and roped in his pal Bob Gimlin to assist (they were scouting for tracks along Bluff Creek when they happened upon Patty, so the story goes). These are suppositions, but to skeptics, Patterson鈥檚 case doesn鈥檛 look great. The fallout commenced immediately. In 1968, Bigfooter Bernard Heuvelmans was among the first to declare the film a patent fraud, noting an odd likeness between it and an illustration for an old article in the pulp men鈥檚 magazine True (the illustrated Bigfoot also had breasts and threw an over-the-shoulder glance). British primatologist John R. Napier, otherwise sympathetic to Bigfooters, thought the biomechanics of Patty鈥檚 gait pointed to a hoax鈥斺�淭he creature shown in the film does not stand up well to functional analysis. There are too many inconsistencies.鈥� Although he did admit he 鈥渃ould not see the zipper.鈥� Daegling, after analyzing the film frame by frame with an expert in hominid locomotion, came to an analogous conclusion: 鈥淚t is a testament to human ingenuity and mischief rather than to the presence of an undiscovered species.鈥� It didn鈥檛 help matters when, in 2004, a costume maker named Philip Morris told writer Greg Long he鈥檇 sold a gorilla suit to Patterson for $435 shortly before the film came out. Or when Rick Baker, a special effects and makeup artist who created Harry in Harry and the Hendersons, said the Patterson-Gimlin Bigfoot looked like it was made with 鈥渃heap, fake fur.鈥� Or when a Pepsi bottler from Yakima, Bob Heironimus, claimed he鈥檇 been the one wearing the suit. Or when Bigfooters Cliff Crook and Chris Murphy, using computer enhancements, enlarged the film to reveal what appeared to be metal fasteners on Patty鈥檚 back. Even Robert Leiterman, in his Bluff Creek homage, concedes, 鈥淚鈥檇 rather it were otherwise, but the case for Bigfoot just isn鈥檛 looking strong to me these days.鈥澛�

Admittedly, it鈥檚 hard to watch the film and not see a singing telegram. But enthusiasm for it has in no way dimmed. The anthropologist Jeffrey Meldrum, in Sasquatch: Legend Meets Science, mounts a vociferous refutation of the above. Not only do the gait biomechanics, musculature, and physical dimensions hold up to scientific scrutiny, he wrote, but the costume technology available to Patterson in 1967 couldn鈥檛 have fabricated a creature as sophisticated as Patty. Nor could it today, he claims. 鈥淚sn鈥檛 it curious that such a hypothetically skilled costume designer had never been employed in the Hollywood film history then or since?鈥� For some Bigfooters, Meldrum鈥檚 word is enough.聽

The Bluff Creek Project tended to be more laid-back about the whole thing. They neither wanted to debunk the Patterson-Gimlin film nor make excuses for it but simply to account for how it鈥檇 been made. 鈥淚 just focus on what I know,鈥� Rowdy told me, 鈥渨hich is film.鈥� It required a stubborn attentiveness to detail bordering on obsession, a near-Calvinist work ethic, and a stomach for truly terrible weather.聽

The guys had more to do. I puttered around, taking photos of the creek and film site. Bluff Creek was all but cut off from the outside world. Given time, it would return to its old stolidity, to its manifold uselessness. For now, it lay somewhere between pristine and cultivated, wild and tame. You can trace the etymology of 鈥淏igfoot鈥� to this tangle. Just upstream from us, on August 27, 1958, a cat skinner named Jerry Crew found sixteen-inch footprints in the dirt near his bulldozer on Bluff Creek Road, then being cleared for logging access. Other men at the worksite had seen similar tracks. After the Humboldt Times reported the story, the Associated Press picked it up: 鈥淲ho is making the huge 16-inch tracks in the vicinity of Bluff Creek? Are the tracks a human hoax? Or, are they actual marks of a huge but harmless wild-man, traveling through the wilderness?鈥� Crew referred to the print鈥檚 owner as 鈥淏ig Foot.鈥� They gradually petered out, along with the news coverage, but the name stuck.聽

A decade later, Patterson鈥檚 film fused Bigfoot into our perceptual milieu. The film鈥檚 success lies as much in its medium as in its timing. When it landed in theaters in 1968, packaged as a feature-length documentary, Bigfoot: America鈥檚 Abominable Snowman, moviegoing was experiencing a seismic shift away from small, urban movie houses to suburban multiplexes and rural drive-ins. That鈥檚 inadequate to describe a decade of white flight, exclusionary zoning laws, and quasi-legal segregation that left African American neighborhoods like Chicago鈥檚 South Shore in havoc. But suffice it to say that seven-hundred-seat suburban/rural theaters meant the Patterson-Gimlin film could be seen by millions of Americans.聽

In its wake came a flotsam of Bigfoot movies, both fictional and non, playing to predominantly white audiences. All but one were flesh-obsessed, bottom-feeder schlock of chartless, tsunamic stupidity, including Schlock! (1973), about a Bigfootesque serial killer who terrorizes a California suburb while falling for a witless blind girl with a heart of gold.聽 聽聽

By the late 鈥�60s and early 鈥�70s, Bigfoot took on an increasingly starring role outside the multiplex too. No doubt emboldened by Patterson鈥檚 film, eyewitnesses, seeking validation and perhaps more, sprang forth from Florida glades, the Jersey Pine Barrens, Delta bottomland, the Colorado Plateau, Kentucky hollows, and Texan Hill Country, bearing both cogent and overcooked accounts. John Green, in his migratory treasury of sightings, Sasquatch: The Apes Among Us, claimed to have dug up fifteen hundred 鈥渃onfirmed鈥� Bigfoot encounters in the United States prior to 1978, including a swollen nine-year sweep from 鈥�68 to 鈥�77. 鈥淏igfoot was entering its halcyon days, the 1970s,鈥� wrote Joshua Blu Buhs, 鈥渨hen it was an entertainment icon, object of ardent devotion, and subject of scientific inquiry.鈥澛�

Before we left Bluff Creek, Robert shoveled clumps of dirt into sandwich bags for souvenirs, taking care to refill each divot he made. 鈥淵ou wouldn鈥檛 want a Bigfoot to twist its ankle,鈥� he joked. We huffed back to camp, Rowdy and I carting a wheelbarrow of filmmaking tackle up and over the Sisyphean ground, every bend revealing a calamitous rock scree or miasmic worm ball of roots and mud.聽

At my car, I produced a six of Coors, ice-cold and glistening magnificently. I handed one to Rowdy. We toasted the day鈥檚 labor. 鈥淰ery cool鈥� was his verdict. I couldn鈥檛 have agreed more. With Bobo鈥檚 sleeping bag rolled out in my tent, the aches of the day subsiding, the roar of wind quieted by the trees, I didn鈥檛 want it to end. Even in my frozen-catatonic state, it was electrifying. In my notebook I scribbled: 鈥淚 could stay out here a hundred nights."聽鈼�