Through The Hunter's Scope


Editor’s Note: This is a guest post by Tom Fonner. He has been exploring the backcountry of Arizona for over 30 years. He enjoys the solitude and peace of the outdoors with a passion for wildlife, nature, and landscape photography, tracking, hiking, camping, and fishing. You can visit his blog at swbri.blogspot.com.

Months of preparation and a lifetime of experience will play out in a single moment, a split second decision, that will define my place in the record books forever. I have thought of every possible scenario that would dictate my every move for the next two weeks. Each possible mistake has been considered with an alternate plan of action that will still guarantee my quest to dispatch an adult male Sasquatch. This one moment will lay to rest all the questions and speculation of its existence.

The extensive plans would begin with a selected drop zone for the helicopter to leave three of us in a remote region of the northwest. This location is twelve miles from the area chosen for the hunt. Our research left little doubt of where I would have the most success. Two of my closest friends would set up a base camp approximately three miles from the ridge line I had selected for observation. After leaving my two friends behind, there would be no communication until the hunt was completed. I was confident and ready to venture out for the most exhilarating few days of my life.

Two days had passed on this remote ridge with no sightings of Sasquatch. My focus on the task at hand could not have been stronger. I was not the type of person that would give up or believed in failure. On the morning of the third day I caught my first glimpse of Sasquatch. This was not the one I wanted. It appeared to be a male but it was much smaller than I expected. This was just like a young deer foraging ahead of the more mature an seasoned trophy buck. This individual had no idea of my presence, and I knew that with patience I would eventually see an adult male.

Just before dusk on the third day I saw movement near a small rock formation. I had to rely on the quality glass of my scope and the hope for a few more minutes of light. The sight was quite unexpected. I was privileged to observe a baby Sasquatch. In another place, and another time, I would think I was watching a baby gorilla or chimpanzee. In this very brief moment I saw the innocence of life, and I was bothered by the overwhelming human like qualities of this baby. The night fell quickly and I was hard pressed to sleep. What I had seen placed me at odds with my drive for fame and my deep seated moral beliefs. This had become much more than an elaborate hunting trip and a quest for a trophy. I did not see a Sasquatch, I saw a baby.

The next morning began with the drive to continue on and to complete the hunt. I had reasoned away my moral character and placed the images from the previous night into the deep recesses of my mind. It was late afternoon when I had my next sighting. This time it was definitely a female and close behind her was the baby. I quickly put down the scope and again tried to reason with my sanity. Regardless of the species I would never dispatch a female or hurt the baby. It made no difference if it was a bear or a Sasquatch. I assured myself that I was not in the wrong and continued on. The day quickly passed and I spent another night without much sleep. I was plagued with dreams of guilt for an act I had not yet done.

This was my last day before I had to check in with base camp. It was late in the day when I finally saw the trophy of my dreams. This was a massive creature. The adult male must have been seven plus feet in height and the weight I could not even guess. My hands began to sweat and I felt the nerves of a young hunter. All the hard work, the time, the money, and the dreams were culminating in this one very brief moment. The crosshairs were centered and I began to control my breathing. What happened next no one will ever believe. This magnificent creature slowly turned and stared at me as if it knew I was there. When I saw its eyes I no longer saw a trophy. I saw thought, concern, caring, and life itself. I became aware of my moral obligations and my true nature as a human being. I thought of the baby, its needs, the family structure, and in many ways I was blessed by this one time experience. The scope was lowered and a choice was made. Life became precious beyond reason that very moment for one. Maybe there is hope for others, and the quest for trophies, or a moment of fame, will succumb to the desire for preserving the existence of a rare and remarkable creature.

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  1. If this creature existed we would have the evidence already, we would have bodies, we would have video.

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    1. agree this article was written by someone who never hunted or even owned a rifle. Bigfoot is bullshit, but if true therr are plenty of people who would kill one, myself included. Again, I KNOW that Smeja is a liar because anyone who did gun down something like a baby squatch would never be stupid enough to leave it behind....and if guilt caused them to leave it, they would never tell a soul. smeja is a liar, this story likely the same level reading as his book. "well
      harold took a dump, i spit some chaw, then i shot bigfoot yep"

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    2. "We" do, if you count the government who has collected and covered up it's existence. "We" as poor saps in the public do not, and never will.

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    3. I agree with Anonymous at 2:19:00. The fact that he didn't take the supposed bigfoot out of there when the truck was right there (the original story said that the truck was used to steady the first shot on the adult) screams loud and clear that the whole story is a big huge load of BS.

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    4. No reasoning says we would have proven the existence of sasquai yet, if they existed. Take a look at discoveries that nobody believed could be true, like the panda. sasquai do exist.

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    5. why wait? you be waiting on Smeja and Ketchum forever, its obviously bullshit. IBeliever usually means "liar"

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    6. To okie: the panda we looked for it we found it same goes for everything else we found. Not for Bigfoot.

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  2. In the crosshairs of immortality and you lowered your weapon to allow life to continue.

    What honor.

    What valor.

    What bullshit.

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    1. In the crosshairs of immortality and you lowered your weapon to allow THE MYTH to continue.


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  3. Guess he couldn't "shoot" it with a camera either...so sick of this crap. Tranq one and record video of it and you taking evidence from the animal.

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    1. What animal? Sasquatches aren't animals they're people of a very different species.

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    2. I am here to represent the Sasquatches!

      Al Sharpton

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  4. I absolutely think that humans are taboo to them. Look at the world, I would avoid us too if I were them. Like animals, they just "know" a person's intentions. Ex: I get along with most animals, but let me call my dogs with the intention of trimming their nails and they run in all directions (this is before I get the trimmers out). They just know. These guys "know" even more so as they are more advanced.

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    1. See, I told you all the Doctor was one smart lady. She sure is pretty too. She looks so radiant in her glamor shots.

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    2. It is funny you said this and there is a whole lot of truth to it. My golden will swim in a lake in 25 degree weather in January, and never miss a mud puddle, but let me just think about giving him a bath or cleaning his ears, and he is hiding before I ever get the shampoo or cue tips.


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    3. First anon's absolutely right, animals sense and know when you mean them harm and these guys aren't even that so you bet they know and stay the heck away from troubles with the destructive nature of the hairless smaller cousin.

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    4. This is a quote from Ketchum on her FB page. I was pointing out her stupidity...but yeah, birds of a feather.

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    5. Stalking is against the law

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  5. Sally here - There have been sightings in all continenental U.S. states and Canadian provinces. We're not going to get into it here because that's not hte purpose of this page - just do some Googling.

    Sally doesn't seem to have spell check. I'd like to meet up with one of those Hawaiian Squatches. I bet they're laid back and like to hang loose.

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  6. wait for it wait for wait for it .........

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  7. Hello all:

    Just got off the phone with Jack Bindernagel who tells a similar story.

    Back in his days as "Captain Jack Bindernagel" he and his man servant Gargamel went on a similar hunt. They brought with them another young man who agreed to stand guard at camp and prepare meals for the weary hunters. On the second day Jack caught sight of a Sasquatch and yelled "quickly man my rifle" his man servant quickly handed him his rifle and as Jack raised his gun the creature quickly ran off. Jack cursed his fate and took off after the beast. As Jack rounded a bend he just missed being hit by a large rock thrown by the creature. His manservant rounded the bend, pistol in hand and managed to get a shot off grazing the shoulder of the beast.

    Jack and his man servant then sat down both taking a heart swig of the Kentucky bourbon they had brought along for just such an occasion. The two returned to their camp guns in hand, ready to fire at the beast they expected to jump out at them at any time.

    When they arrived at camp a young James Fay, years before adopting the moniker, "BoBo", was cooking bacon for the two weary hunters. James said "what happened" and a shaken Bindernagel yelled "not now man, not now". Gargamel instructed him to grab one of the spare rifles so he could protect himself in case of an attack.

    Finally Jack said "I had it in my sights man, in my sights but you were too slow in giving me my rifle". He then slapped Gargamel with the back of his hand cursing his fates. When Jack calmed down he apologized sating his nerves were frayed and hr fretted that would be their only chance at the creature. Jack then gave instructions on sleeping in shifts and guarding the camp. He vowed he would get the creature the next day and they would begin at first light. Fay was instructed to prepare a hearty breakfast of bacon and pancakes to provide the nourishment they would need.

    At first light Jack and his man servant set off to find the creature that alluded them the night before. As they came to the same bend Jack decided they would ascend a small rock base to have the high ground on the creatures. As they reached their chosen location Jack took out his tobacco pouch and rolled a cigarett his nerves still frayed from the past nights events.

    He offered a smoke to his trusted man servant who suggested it may be wise to attempt to see if there was a trail of blood as a result of the creature being grazed by his bullet the night before. Jack responded "Jolly damn good idea man, damned good idea".

    The two set out and quickly picked up a trail. The two followed and lost track of time. Soon it began to get dark, and the two could not see but 2 to three feet in front of them. Jack said "Dammit man we are close I can feel it". His man servant said if it got any darker they would not be able to find the way back to camp and without food and blankets they could perish.

    When the two returned to camp they found it in shambles. Jack called out "James, man James where are you". Soon Gargamel shouted "Captain over here". Huddled between a large rock and tree was a pale James Fay, pale as a ghost, ready to strike at anything that came near him with a frying pan. Jack yelled "James, what happened here man, who or what is responsible for this chaos, the likes which I have never seen before". All James could muster were the sounds "BoBo BoBo". Jack quickly took out his flask and forced James to take a long drink. The bourbon burned his throat going down but brought him back to his senses. He said "It was the Squatches Jack, they were all around me and they wanted the bacon I was cooking".

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    1. Thanks for passing along this wonderful, heartfelt account of this great man's adventures.

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    2. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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  8. Captain Jack struggled to hold his composure and said "tell me you protected it, damn man tell me you saved our bacon". Young James looked down in shame and could only muster that "the bacon was gone".

    Jack cursed the fates and looked up at the night's sky, he raised his fist and yelled "what the hell are we supposed to have for dinner".

    It was then that Jack knew his hunger pains were a sign that he was not meant to slay the mighty Sasquatch.

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    1. Thanks for another inspirational phone update! We can always depend on Dr. Bindernagel for guidance. And now it's crystal clear -- don't be howling into the dark. Just yell, "BOBO! BOBO!" and the big guys will come a'running. Who doesn't love bacon?

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  9. maybe next time he will try and shoot it with a high powered camera

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  10. What a giant load of mushy poo. If the hunter is concerned about life and a preservation of the family unit of a potentially yummy critter he is no hunter at all. Take me for instance i would have had sasquatch burgers by noon. Or maybe wood booger burgers. Or Boston Baked Bigfoot with chupacabra crusted corn salsa on the side. It was probably hobosquatch that was late coming home from hard day at the UFO taxi service. Ms squatch as usual up late watching the little monkeys. Squatch Jr about to get a whooping for flunking Berry Picking 101. Now i don't want to kill one. Psyche! I still thirst for their spirit blood.

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    1. It's just a hairy person, dude. You'd see it in the eyes like all the others.

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    2. Righto, just before the giant sneaks up on you placing two fingers in your eye sockets for a bit of bowling.

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  11. I hope he plans on using something bigger than the .22 in the picture. Otherwise he's gonna become a ragdoll being flailed around ala Loki by Hulk in the new Avengers movie.

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    1. I heard he was going to use a pair of sharon lees used panties, that should attract any male bigfoot within a 10 mile radius, unfortunately will also attract any cat as well.

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  12. How was he going to drag a dead 600 pound BF back to his buddies? I guess he was going to leave it and come back in a month or so, and take a picture of a piece of flesh.

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    1. No time to act. One thing is seeing a sasquatch another thing is controlling your nerves, especially difficult once you realize this isn't the fluffy monkey you were told it was. Then you basically have two choices, press on and possibly die staring up at this towering sight most of us luckily will never see from that low ground angle or go home. Either way you lose and they win as it should be.

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  13. Overall good plan. Or good story. You’ve nailed the actual hunting process to a tee with the exception of bringing 2 friends and setting up a base camp. You are fortunate to have seen so many Squatches in as many days with that circus you brought with you.

    If it was so easy for you and your team to find and locate several Sasquatch as you claim, then why no pics or video? If you claim “Our research left little doubt of where I would have the most success.” Then why only come back with a story? If your research is so good that it can pin point the exact location or area of Sasquatch, then why only a story? I don’t get it. You’d get as much reward with real life video’s and photos. I don’t get why? If someone is blessed with the gift of locating sasquatch why not snap an HD pic or vid of one? The truth is, they would! All this talk of I saw this and I saw that.. I call BS on that. With all the hoopla out there right now surrounding Bigfoot, one would surely provide proof if they could.

    So I say this.. For all you true hunters out there.. My the Schwartz be with you and good luck on your endeavor. The world definitely needs a body dead or alive. For all you true scientists that come across factual evidence, present it to the public. For all those that have pics and vids of the creature come forward. Put an end to this mystery forever.

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    1. Via DNA yes. Fonner sounds like a fake anyway, now he's suddenly seen all these squatches?

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    2. Why, oh why can't we have "rolling eyes" smileys here? Good grief, 5:23! It was a piece of FICTION (with a very strong message).

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  14. This is just a story, nothing more. Some fail to recognize a story from what is real or just have nothing better to do than to be negative of the things they read. Sometimes it is best to present a point within a story.

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    1. What are you going to do Tom? Seems a lot of folks thought your story was true. Anyway you caught some of the essence of what has happened to many hunters out there, except they stumbled upon the creature not looking for it.

      Chuck

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    2. What exactly was the point? If it was to juice up some weekend warrior it was pure stupidity, Smeja (and probably others before him) already is a murderer there really needn't be others.

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    3. Anon 5:26. You never graduated beyond 'picture' books? Go slap your father for not teaching you to read.

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    4. I thought it was a great story that depicted a hunter with bad intentions that were put aside by good morals. I understood that it was just a story-but I can see how it could easily be mistaken as a claim.

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    5. 5:26, his point was obviously the opposite, but I guess it's up for interpretation. Tom, I am still pro specimen but I enjoyed the tale. One criticism, the Harry and the Hendersons scene. Bigfoot looking at the hunter through the scope was a little hokey. But keep them coming, John

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  15. After i send Penthouse letters the story about the busload of bikini models that kidnapped me and held me hostage for weeks doing unspeakable things to me,i will write a story about hunting a sasquatch and how i took one down in hand to hand combat but i let it live cause i dont want to be the one who killed bigfoot.

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  16. Even now Matilda and her infant are being hunted.

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  17. I hope that someday a hunter will bag a squatch and bring it back for science and end all of the bigfoot nuttiness.

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    1. If it bothers you so much why are you here?

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  18. It's a decent story but thats all it is. A story.

    They live..........

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  19. Tom, I enjoyed it. Keep them coming please. Thanks!

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  20. It's a picture of Tom Fasanos back.

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  21. So, you hope to or hoped to kill a SAS with that little sub-30 cal. weapon above? You're funny! Your writing must be B.S. simply because your weapon choice does not follow. For those that are serious, about; killing SAS, probably want to think about something that is at least greater than a 30 cal. Perhaps something along the lines of a 50 cal or - greater. For those that have training... A destructive weapon as defined by law (look it up) I will not explain. Many choices can be manufactured easily. Typical use is an 8ga or 10 ga cut down using solids (modified) to explode. Total weapon length of about, ummm - 12". Of course there is the option of a custom 54cal, cut and... Well, lets just say it blows or explodes solid steel objects a-p-a-r-t. By the way, SAS does not exist. However, if it did (never say never)the above should get you started in research and weapon selection. Don't forget to train - hard!

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    1. You have no knowledge of weapons anon at 240, you sound like a complete retard. You could use a .223 to take down a bigfoot with proper shot placement. Guns are far more deadly than portrayed in the movies, obviously a point that is lost on you.

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    2. Lol, go ahead, go take down SAS with your .223... anon 240 Not a retard... If your saying anon at 240 was to identify the weapon - he did as a sub 30 cal aka .223. He probably figured most people don't even know what a .223 is so, in defense, he placed it in that class of weapons that are not considered heavy destructive. Actually, because he even uses the term destructive as a legal terM - he knowS exactly what he is talking about! signed - RANGER.

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