It is very gratifying that the originator of a proposed scientific discipline has provided us with his knowledge and detailed justification for this discipline — The Science of Hominology.
Dmitri Bayanov (born 1932) worked directly with Professor Boris Porshnev and other early
Russian scientists investigating the possible existence of Relic Hominids. Bayanov’s long journey began in the early 1960s and has continued until this day. His books cover the subject from the dawn of written communications in Europe and Asia, and then in North
Dmitri Bayanov coined the term “Hominology” and from the outset has sought to convince the general scientific community that there is enough evidence to move this subject from the realm of myth and “cryptozoology” to “true science.” His “arguments” reflect his significant understanding of the subject and depth of his studies.
What he presents is truly convincing.
My personal opinion on this new publication is this: I have read it. I enjoyed it. I found it thought provoking. I do recommend it.
The Lecture given at the Clearbrook Library in Abbotsford on March 20th went off with out a problem. About 30 persons attended. I think all found it interesting. It was suppose to be between 2 and 3 pm, but interest and questions took us nearly 40 minutes over time. One fellow in the audience told of a possible sighting he had in the mid 1980s while driving just on the Washington side of the border with his father? Others, I think, were just happy to hear someone talk about this subject with out sounding like a inmate running an asylum. The photo below show the setup just before the doors were opened. More chairs were needed.
Twice this past September, I was asked to speak to the Public about my life of researching this on going mystery. I often get such requests from schools, Libraries, and outdoor adventure groups. I always try to accommodate such requests as I feel, especially today, that there is so much bad information in a field of study which for the most part more resembles an asylum being run by the inmates than a serious study of whether or not our forests are home to a ongoing species of large primates. The first was held at the Chilliwack Public Library on September 26, 2015 at 1 pm.
There was a lack of advertising for this event, and I also failed to mention anything about it on this blog site, which some of my friends pointed out to me, but about 25 people did attend. A few days later, I gave a similar presentation at a church for the ladies of the ‘Women’s Probus Club of White Rock & South Surrey’. About 100 ladies attended this event, many of which afterward wanted to talk about Sasquatch incidents they were aware of from friends and family members in their past. A little rushed for time but I think they all found it interesting.
Most of this past long weekend (Victoria Day in Canada), I spent interviewing a man who had an incredible story to tell. This gentleman who was brought to my attention by fellow researcher, Cliff Barackman, (cast member of TV’s Finding Bigfoot) made a written report to Cliff’s internet page, where he briefly went over what he said to have witnessed in early October 2007. Cliff forward the report to me, as he thought I might be interested in following up on the matter. He was right.
Now, the gentleman did not request to remain anonymous, however, for now I will keep his identity a secret until I have some more questions answered and I have had the opportunity to share what I since learned with Cliff.
The witness in this case had spent many hours traveling, and the matter was not helped much when he realized he had taken a wrong turn and was quite a few miles driving in the wrong direction.
It was approximately 2am in the morning of October 5th, 2007, and the witness had just driven through the small town of Hudson Hope, BC on Route # 29, heading south. He was admittedly tired, and when he spotted a road side pullout just before the bridge which crosses the Peace River, he pulled in and came to a stop just yards from a large sign showing a map of the local area. Shutting off the engine, he used his jacket to cover himself and then went to sleep.
He was awakened by sounds which reminded him of small rain drops striking the car windshield. He looked about in the darkness but saw nothing, nor were there any raindrops on the car windshield or hood. He tried to go back to sleep again but those sounds kept reoccurring and also at one point, he felt his car shake a bit.
This time he spotted what he took to be a small black bear passing by his side of the car which looked up at him as it passed, walking on all fours toward the large map sign in front of him. He thought it was a bear, but the head of the thing seemed wrong to him. That’s when he spotted a second figure just ahead of the map sign, a little larger than the first one; only this one was standing and moving about upright. He also noticed that the lower windshield and hood of his car was now covered in small sticks.
These two figures, whatever they were, seemed to be amusing themselves by throwing small sticks at the car and shaking the car at one point. He was sure they were playing a game with him. As he watched, the figures would move here and there, fading beyond his vision in the dark to return from another angle to throw more sticks. The larger of the two was seen by the witness to throw the sticks, while the smaller one, on all fours, was observed at one time to hand off some sticks to the upright one. He did not see the smaller one actually throw any sticks. The witness was not afraid by what he saw but was just flabbergasted.
It was while looking around from inside the car, trying to spot the little pranksters again, that he saw behind him, walking down the along the northbound lanes, a third figure approaching. This figure was much bigger; estimated to be at least 7 feet tall, walking with purpose, but not really fast, towards the pullout. The witness now felt intimidated.
He started the car engine, turned on the lights and started pulling back onto Route #29. Looking back, the large figure slowed its approach but it didn’t really stop. Just before the entrance to the bridge, he brought the car to a halt, got out to look back and to try and take a photo of the large one with his flip phone camera, which was all he had at the time. But as the saying goes, it was not to be, as the combination of darkness and no flash, it was revealed later that his images showed nothing but blackness.
While the witness was standing outside the car trying to take the photos, he did observe the larger upright of the two small ones walk up to the 7-footer, however, he never saw the smaller all-four walker again.
The 7-footer at this point made a loud noise, witch he described as a loud HUFF, in his direction and the witness felt this was a ‘Get away from here’ signal which he wasted no time complying with; jumping back in the car and heading across the bridge.
This is where the encounter ended. It was much more detailed but I am just writing a short version here to save space.
We talked for a long while and I did not get the impression by his telling of the story that he was seeking attention, or trying to hoax me in any way. Which, of course, could simply mean he is a very good yarn spinner, perhaps?
So much more I could write about this fascinating claim. However, I do have red flags so I will be asking many more questions.
This video was was made during the Easter long weekend of 2015. It has already drawn angry responses on youtube, by self-deluded individuals who prefer to attack myself personally, rather than offer any counter-argument.
Just for the record, I am not stating that all such evidence is nonsense. I am just saying that, in 37 years of investigation, so far I have not found any evidence of Sasquatch being involved in any stick structure that I have seen. Nor do I see evidence in the vast number of other investigations done by researchers who assume a Sasquatch is responsible.
You need evidence to make such a statement, and so far all I see is personal opinions, and wishful thinking.
This past Easter weekend, myself and some colleagues again decided to venture into the mountains to search for evidence for the existence of the Sasquatch.
Being a long weekend with the weather nice, and the fact I have encountered this situation more times in the past than I can count, I should have remembered beforehand that every Tom, Dick and Harry from the cities with campers or a tent head out into the accessible areas of our forests, to consume too much beer, scream and howl like morons, and just behave like spoiled idiots. And let’s not forget going home the last day leaving tons of trash behind.
Such was the case again during this Easter weekend of 2015. We had planned to return to an area of one of my better-known investigations to relive some of my recollections, and search the area once again for a fish stringer a Sasquatch was purported to have stolen from a campsite in 1986.
However, our plans had to change drastically when the the place was found to be over-flowing with campers so numerous, that every pullout within 5 kilometers seemed to have three or four tents and RVs, packed in like sardines.
We ended up traveling approximately 10 kilometers into the high-country before we had any room to search without running into the Bundy family, partying with Adams family. One group of face-panted weirdos, marching down a dirt road, reminded me of a group of hippies in company with a circus freak show; would you believe the head moron was leading the way blowing on a bullhorn which he’d wrapped around his upper torso?
Well, any Sasquatch, or any other wildlife, would have kept well hidden on such an occasion when their normally peaceful wilderness home gets invaded by the, ‘NIGHT OF THE LIVING BRAIN-DEAD’. The ironic thing is: these folks are just the type who, when they learn of our interest in the Sasquatch mystery, have the nerve to call us strange. Some people never grow up.
Indeed, this is the most interesting question about this ongoing mystery; and the one fact which keeps the majority in our society skeptical to the existence of this creature. And a damn good point as well! However, from my point of view, one which can be logically explained.
So let me begin by answering the question, “Where are the bones?”
The bones are out there – they, as of yet, have not been found nor identified. There are a few stories of strange skeletal remains having been found, turned in to museums and other institutions but have either been lost, or misplaced, or been identified as common wildlife, or remains of missing people. One has only to look in the basement and archives of the British Columbia Museum to find much more stored away in boxes and cases than on display upstairs: material the staff no longer has information on; where it came from; or even when.
It would not surprise me at all if the day comes and the skeletal remains of a Sasquatch are displayed out on a table for the world to see. It won’t be a researcher or hunter, who found them in the bush, being responsible but some young student who stumbled upon them in some long-forgotten museum box or drawer someplace.
In all of my years searching the woods of Western Canada, I have yet to see the remains of a bear which had not been killed by people. I have never seen the remains of a cougar, or wolverine. I have seen the remains of deer and elk, but never in one piece. Nature has a very quick way of cleaning up the dead.
So the quick answer to this most puzzling question is simple: the bones are out there. We just have to find them.
Tomorrow afternoon, myself and three like-minded colleagues will once again head into the back country with the hope and dream of encountering a Sasquatch; or finding evidence of the creature’s presence.
God only knows how many trips looking for evidence this will be for me, as I lost count years ago. In all this time I may have had a possible, fleeting glimpse myself – only once. I have seen possible footprints on six occasions; collected hair samples from sighting locations which, so far, turned out to be from other wildlife.
We recently had rocks thrown at us, or at least we assume it was rocks since we never saw them, just heard them ripping through the greenery. Plus, the fact we never saw what or who was throwing them?
On another occasion, myself and Bill Miller were stumped at a tree line wondering what was the cause of a very unpleasant odor which assailed our nostrils. I went into the trees expecting to find something dead, but found nothing, and even more puzzling was after a time this unpleasant odor dissipated rather quickly, leaving us more perplexed? Was a Sasquatch responsible – who knows? The fact is that we never saw the cause. So, even though the possibility is there, we can’t just assume it to be so – far too much of that going on in this research.
But it’s the possibility that keeps my interest alive. So tomorrow, we try again. But I am well aware of the fact that the odds are overwhelming that this won’t be the last time.
It has been reported again and again: the Sasquatch throwing rocks or other forest debris at people. I have looked into many such incidents myself over the years and I am of the opinion that many such incidents are true. Assuming, of course, that the Sasquatch does indeed exist.
In this video, we review one of the more interesting cases in which I was personally involved. We also discuss one case of hoaxing which the individual involved was throwing the stones himself and trying to convince us that a Sasquatch was responsible (I caught him).