Big Hairy Man Wanted

Gone Squatchin'I’m in a post Valentines slump. I’m desperately seeking something or someone. Unfortunately, however, like a frustrated house wife after an evening of watching Fifty Shades of Grey it appears that my fantasy man may not exist. I’m writing this in an attempt to persuade myself to keep looking. Maybe, just maybe, someone reading it has come across evidence for the existence of my Big Hairy Man.

In 2014 Big Hairy Man took me to an impromptu evening at a fairy-tale castle. I say man, but I’m not fussy. Big Hairy Woman would also do.  I was invited to attend a rather intriguing event at the magnificent Lumley Castle in County Durham. Having been to the 600+ year old castle for several very grand weddings over the years, I was curious to understand how it came to host the latest episode of “Finding Bigfoot UK”.

A review of the event is available via OWNE researcher Lee and can be found here. What I can say is that since that very strange summer evening almost three years ago, I have become somewhat addicted to finding Bigfoot (in real life, not watching the TV show, I never really got into it).

The event opened my eyes to a group of people who have made it their life long mission to find evidence for the existence of a large hairy hominid, existing within the UK. Unfortunately, since 2014 nothing that I have uncovered in my research has pointed in any way to anything other than absolute desperation by some of this group to believe the big man (or woman) exists.

After the Lumley Castle event, I joined several social media groups, dedicated to finding evidence for the existence of Bigfoot in the UK. I was intrigued by the passion and commitment of the group members. Even moved at times by their personal stories of face to face encounters. The emotion and the terror they appear to relive has obviously had a lasting impact on them. There is no doubt in my mind that many of these group members believe 100% in the existence of a UK Bigfoot. I have witnessed, sometimes aggressive challenges by members of the Bigfoot social media groups. Complete disbelief, denial and an unwillingness to listen to people who have suggested that Bigfoot UK may not be a physical being. Suggestions put forward are that it may be an example of Zooform phenomena. In other words, a supernatural animal like entity. The Bigfoot groups I have come across are very quick to dismiss this theory. They have too much evidence to the contrary apparently. I am yet to see it, however would welcome the opportunity if and when it arises.

In 2016, I attended Weird Weekend North (read my review here). Bigfoot was on the agenda, and again the evidence given throughout the talk was anecdotal. At some points, I felt desperately sorry for the two ladies giving the presentation as they were grilled relentlessly by members of the audience, who didn’t buy their theories, questioning their research methods. Weird Weekend 2017 is held at the beginning of April and I shall again be in attendance. Bigfoot and Zooform are on the agenda. It seems neither have any plans to stop teasing us in our hunt to track them down. To be honest, I’m not sure I would want to anyway. There’s something desperately romantic about trying to catch the uncatchable, isn’t there?

I wrote this piece as an attempt to reinvigorate my relationship with the Big Hairy Man. He’s still out of my league. They say the fun is in the chase and in my two and a half years of stumbling about looking for the big guy, I’ve been to some awesome places. I have spent many hours looking through forests trying to catch a glimpse. Looking to find something tangible, that I can present to science. So far, I have come across piles of sticks, broken branches and a few animal bones, nothing conclusive. But what lady doesn’t want a chewed-up stick and a rabbits’ skull for above the fireplace.  British Bigfoot, whatever, if ever it may be remains as elusive as he was when I started my hunt, maybe he really is the world’s greatest hide and seek champion. Maybe I will get to spend a few more evenings in fairy-tale castles and ancient woodlands. It’s not a bad trade off really, all things considered.