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This was just painful to watch.Is it too much to ask bigfoot "researchers" to get a couple of trail cameras and read the helpful instruction manuals that come with them?
So twoo MMC
Trail cams are ineffective against the magic of the Bigfoot. #excuse
This guy is absolutely off of his rocker..a complete a nut as it is possible to be.Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
is it that robert dodson lunatic ? seems to have a lot of time but not a lot of weight on the shoulders
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Dodson needs to come to terms with balding.
In the name of all that is holy won't some kind soul contact this man and explain to him there are no Bigfoot and he is merely experiencing the effects of local wildlife? Or do we merely allow him bliss in his ignorance?
"Bliss in ignorance" pretty much describes all footers.
The title of this article is:Something Keeps Getting Into This Bigfoot Trap.LOL. No bigfoot has been caught in the bigfoot trap. Imagine that.
Has he tried blueberry bagels? Squatches love those. But I'm afraid even with a trail cam, this would not be enough to capture a good image. I've seen myself firsthand what squatch is capable of doing to avoid trail cams. I tried setting up a trap. I put PEANUTBUTTER and bagels in it (squatches favorite food). As I was finishing the trap, I heard an ungodly screeching noise. It was a vulture. I dropped down and tried to roll under a shrub. I watched the vulture land on the trap. It snagged several bagels and the PEANUTBUTTER in it's beam and flew off. About 30 yards away, the vulture landed on a giant hairy outstretched forearm. It was a squatch. The vulture dropped the bagels I to the squatches waiting left hand and then nuzzles his cheek. The bigfoot had apparently trained the vulture to retrieve food from traps. The squatch glared at me and then hopped on the back of a giant bull moose and rode off deeper into the forest. I tried to pull out my cell phone to snap a pick. The squatch could clearly sense what I was trying. As he rode way on mooseback, he turned around. He glared at me over his shoulders and his eyes glowed a horrible red. At that point the screen on my phone shattered. I hightailed it of there faster than a jackrabbit on a hot griddle in the middle of August.
I knew a squatch who owned a vulture once. He went by the name of Robert if I recall correctly. He didn't care to be called Bob or Bobby but never said anything when so addressed. He just kept his displeasure to himself. On the outside he was the low keyed, mellow neighbor you'd bumped into while taking out the trash. You'd mumble hello and quickly forget he existed. Typical day to day stuff. You go your way and he goes his. On the inside however, he was a roiling ball of rage who cataloged every slight, real or imagined, into a mental list of enemies. It got to the point were he had a problem hiding his anger. He would have outbursts at work or in the grocery store over trivial things like long lines or someone parking in his usual spot. Thankfully someone noticed before another tragedy occurred and threw that crazy fucking vulture on the grill were he belonged. #killvulturesbeforetheykillyou
I wonder who will provide proof of Bigfoot's existence first - Robert Dodson or Dr. Squatch?