Interview with Bigfoot

Nice to meet you, JPSO. Wow, you read all the way from the top. That IS a compliment. Thank you for all the gracious adjectives and the Up. You might like to take a look at some of my other weird Interviews with Celebrities: like Dracula, Jack the Ripper, Redneck, etc., etc.

Hi, Ingenira, how nice to have you visit. Happy you found this to be a good one. Mr. Bigfoot thinks you are talking about him.

What a lovely thing to write - that comment regarding Oprah. Thank you, Mary, I would put it right up front in my Memory Book if I had one. Not a book - but a memory. :)

Yes, Monsieur Bigfoot had a taste for the classical. Who knew? Another thanks, m'luv for the Up and the votes.

Was that a dream or what, precy? Delighted you were entertained, m'dear. It was entirely my pleasure.

You are most welcome, ytsenoh - delighted you were surprised by the ending. Thanks for your rapt attention and you have a wonderful week, too.

Nice to see you here again, J Rocco. Thanks for enjoying the Interview with Bigfoot. You are most welcome.

About dreams, sometimes they are so realistic that when you wake up after finding a leprechaun's pot of gold, you are actually disappointed it was only a dream. Right?

Not to worry, Chris. Biggie forgives you. Besides he would not steal anything he could not spell. Trust me!

That's been the problem all along, Jeannie. Bigfoot had such an intense desire to play the game that he only frequented populated areas looking for someone to shoot hoops with. Trust me!

I would not be surprised if you had a Bigfoot or two in your neighborhood either, Martie. He has so many names and so many purported viewings all over the world. And this IS a case for the F.B.I. - Finding Bigfoot Immediately posse. But as you pointed out, like Schwarzenegger, he may be thinking ... "Ahll be back!"

Thank you, Colin, for returning with your incredibly gracious comments - you know I love you, man! I am inestimably honored by both your appearance and remarkable remarks. Tis my pleasure, y'know. Did you give your feline friends a treat for Valentine's Day? Just wonderin'.

Hi, Vicki. Thanks for noticing the professional quality of my research and the 'squatchity' (love that adjective) photos of Bigfoot. Now the Ogopogo creature you refer to could well be a long-lost relative of Mr. Biggie. I may have to do further research to substantiate its/his/her existence. I do like a good mystery.

You are on the money, SilentReed, with your Bigfoot marketing suggestions. I agree, an exceedingly tall, hairy basketball player would be a standout. The shave and a haircut would be necessary for the preliminary interview with NBA league honchos, but afterward we would let nature again take its course.

If the representation does take place, would you be interested in the Far East Yeti franchise?

Dear Colin - you are as gracious with your friendship and sublime comments as you are talented with your profound, poetic, and consistently humorous epigrams. It is my honor to be your fan as I am always honored to find you at my hubs.

And to be mentioned in the company of such illustrious interviewers ... Wow! Thank you, my dear friend, and give Tiffy and Gabriel hugs from me.

Guess I couldn't fool you, Linda. Thanks for enjoying the interview with Bigfoot. And for the gracious comments. And for hitting all the buttons and voting Up. You ARE a Hubbuddy, m'dear.

Hi, Dianna. I have a sneaking suspicion that Bigfoot has a very large family, and who knows, I may encounter a few more of them before long. Thanks for the visit, m'luv, and finding this interesting and funny.

Hi, Rosemary. Yes, m'dear, I tend to remember my dreams in detail. The secret is to tell yourself before you retire, 'I will remember my dream,' several times. And then to keep pad and pencil handy so you can jot down notes the instant you awake. It works. Trust me.

Thanks for finding this awesome and I AM brave .... in my dreams!

You may be right about Lance, Paula. He seems to be so hooked on celebrity status he no longer cares if the gossip is negative as long as we remember his name. Bigfoot, on the other hand, was completely devoid of subterfuge - as well as clothing!!!

Hi, Sherri. Happy you had a chuckle and I'm disappointed, too, that the phone cut short Biggie's amazing revelations. Since there seems to be some compelling interest in further Yeti dissertations, who knows, I may encounter more of his relatives soon. I WILL be searching.

What a simpatico person you are, Gus. Delighted you returned to view the comments from my very intelligent and very funny loyal commenters. I would be lost without you all. You know I'm going to be looking for Martin's hirsute sister to interview!

You would have enjoyed chatting with Bigfoot, christopher, who although a legend, was very down to earth. In fact, he had a rather earthy aroma now that I think about it. As a professional sports player, he would outscore them all. Thanks for the visit and the very funny.

Yes, Rolly, it was a privilege to interview Bigfoot - perhaps he will return one day. Canada is a very large country with many forests and unpopulated areas. So who knows, perhaps you will one day see a Bigfoot of your own - besides your neighbor, that is.

Nice to meet you, dreamseeker2. We have something in common. I almost believe this story myself! No, Bigfoot did not 'stink' - I think he was wearing Secret deodorant. Get it! Secret?

In many resort towns in the U.S., soumyasrajan, there are signs on some restaurants: "Shirt and shoes required" to discourage tourists from coming in from the beach only in swimwear. Thanks for your response. I'm laughing to myself at the thought of Bigfoot in a Speedo and flip flops.

I dunno, CM, if it was being brave or being foolhardy to follow those gigantic footprints but as you say, those that dare win the prize! Bigfoot is now my friend on his social network site - Footprint!

I do seem to have the knack, Paula, of finding and interviewing unusual victims, I mean, subjects. And any time Oprah needs some interviewing advice, just have her call me. If a man answers, don't hang up. It's just me with my morning voice.

As far as BigFoot being involved like Lance with steroids, he is completely innocent. He thinks a steroid is something you put in your ear to hear stereo sound.

Thanks for the great comments, m'dear, and finding this to be a 'winner' worthy of an Up plus. You asked is BF was wearing shoes when I interviewed him. Nope, he was only wearing very hairy fur ... all over!

Not to worry, Alastar. Your comment is safe with me. I know how to keep a secret! It's the folks I tell it to who can't.

I consider membership in the True BigFoot Believers Club to be a sacred trust. Promise.

And if Area 51 is their breeding ground, I shall keep it to myself. Trust me.

The area you describe, Patricia, north of Dunnellon sounds much like the Everglades today. Miles and miles of scrub and mangrove forest and nothing else.

Now that Bigfoot on a bicycle that your daughter thought she saw - who knows?

Would you like to join our True Bigfoot Believers Club? No dues required, just an oath of secrecy.

Thanks for the visit and enjoying this, m'luv.

Ah, Will, I love that title - 'queen of quirky interviews.' Thank you. And you need not 'bow at my altar, m'dear. Just throw money! :)

Hi, Chris. The Seminole casino is way west of Coral Springs off the I-75 highway between Ft. Lauderdale and Naples. You can drive for miles and miles and not see anyone or anything but scrub, swamp, mangroves and alligators. Then all of a sudden there is a modern casino surrounded by pick-up trucks in the middle of the Everglades. Very surreal.

You are right on the money, Alicia. As an agent for Bigfoot, I would have had it made. I'm sorry, too, it was all a dream. But one never knows. BF could return - stranger things have happened.

Thanks for being entertained and finding this funny and clever. The pleasure was mine, m'dear.

I'm sorry, too, that I awoke at that point, Nell. But who knows, Bigfoot may return one day and fill us in on his NBA experiences. With a video, too, perhaps.

Hi, Alastar, I am indeed fortunate to have met Mr. Bigfoot, that 'extremely rare tall hiry biped' as you mentioned. Are you a member of the True Bigfoot Believers Club, too?

Well, if BF had ulterior motives with regard to a hot Skunk Ape fox, my lips are sealed. Thanks for the visit. BF thanks you, too.

So you found my 'tall tale' funny, Peg? That makes two of us! Can you imagine how wealthy we would be if we had authentic photos of Mr. Bigfoot? Although there would always be some folks who would believe our pics were photoshopped. :)

Thanks for the 'hilarious,' Audrey. Somehow I knew, with our shared sense of humor, you would enjoy the dyslexic Hortense. Yes, Biggie does have the height to make it big with the NBA pros. And for a price, Zappos could probably whip up a gigantic size athletic sneaker.

Me, too, Ruby. Often when I awake suddenly from an interesting dream, I am able to return and immerse myself in it when I fall asleep again. Maybe that will happen one day with my new buddy, Bigfoot, and he will share some more interesting soliloquies.

Thanks for appreciating his wife's name - it was not easy to work Hornets into the narrative. Heh, heh.

So you first heard about my Bigfoot buddy in a 50's Anthropology class, Don? I guess he has been around awhile. And in so many places with so many names all over the world. Maybe I'll get lucky and 'bump' into him again one day.

Yes, Amy, many of my dreams are hilarious and chock-filled with merriment. And I do try to wake up smiling every day though listening to the latest news often wipes that smile off my face instantly.

When I do go to a casino, it is to people-watch more than any other pastime since slot machines and roulette are not known to favor me. But thanks for the 'magic' appellation - that has to be one of my new favorites. Promise!

Thanks, amillar, for reading and commenting about my nocturnal wannabe basketball player. Bigfoot would wear flip-flops if he could ever find them in his size - about 20 EEE wide.

Hi, Lela. Yeah, I was dreaming of Bigfoot. I thought the line was what they say about men with big noses. But I am not one to quibble ... big feet, big noses, big ... whatever.

Thanks for finding this funny. To answer your question, I never win any money in the casino - do you have any winning tips?

Oh well, funny story never the less. Did you win any money at the casino? Now, that would be my dream.

So nice to meet you, soumyasrajan, thanks for finding this sweet. So you had a nice Appalachian friend who tried to change his name to Bigfoot. Hmmmmmmm! Did you ever happen to see him without shoes and socks? Just wonderin'.

Hi, bp. Until I wrote this interview, I had no idea how many of us are living in close proximity with Bigfeet - one way or another. Thanks for the gracious comment.

Welcome to my world, Martin. So that was your hirsute sister at the Casino? If I chance to meet her I'll give her your regards. Loved your comment, y'know.

Nice to see you here, acaetnna, happy you found this to be fun and a great read.

Hi, Becky. Thanks for finding this 'funny and informative.' As for your son who has been accused of being a Yeti, if he really is 6 foot five, wears a size 17 shoe, and can JUMP - I will be happy to represent him at a discount from my customary agent's fee. Can he dribble?

Interesting story about your friend and her St. Bernard that was apparently frightened one night by a Bigfoot crossing the road. In today's world, my dear, nothing surprises me any more!

Hi, Larry. Your idea about a new product named Bigfoot Shoes for women with large feet does have merit. But I think it might be a hard sell because no woman I know will admit that her feet are less than dainty. :)

Hi, Eric. Happy you had fun reading this. Yes, I have heard of the 'Skunk Ape' appellation. But 'my' Bigfoot did not possess a stench. The aroma was more like wet wool. If you have ever owned a wool carpet that has been drenched with water, you know what I mean. Not exceptionally stinky but not pleasant either. :)

Oh, my dear Gus, you say the nicest things! Thank you. You make it all worthwhile, m'dear.