The Blues, heavily roaded, cold, and difficult to find daily sustenance-type food in would not be my choice if I were Big Foot and wanted to remain unseen. I'd get myself into the opposite corner of the state, down into the vast unroaded Kalmiopsis wilderness. A lot warmer and loaded with oaks and acorns.

A major contender for Big Foot emerged into civilization out of the unroaded dense oak and mixed conifer habitat a hundred years ago in North California. Ishi, one of the last of a nomadic hunter-gather tribe called Yahi.

The biggest kick I get out of the Big Foot hunter scenarios are the big sixty year old guys searching on their noisy four wheelers. Fat chance...