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washingtonpost.com NEWS | OPINIONS | SPORTS | ARTS & LIVING | Discussions | Photos & Video | City Guide | CLASSIFIEDS | JOBS | CARS | REAL ESTATE ad_icon Fur Real? Pair Say They Have Bigfoot Body Reportedly Found in Georgia By Ashley Surdin Washington Post Staff Writer Saturday, August 16, 2008; A02 LOS ANGELES, Aug. 15 -- Bigfoot has been found in the Georgia woods and is being held in a cooler at an undisclosed location. So say two self-proclaimed Bigfoot trackers, Matthew Whitton and Rick Dyer, who held a news conference in Palo Alto on Friday to publicize their claim of having found the elusive Sasquatch, or at least the body of one, in the northern part of the Peach State. The exact location is being kept secret, they said, to protect other Bigfoots still wandering there. The public was excluded from the conference, but a picture of the supposed 500-plus-pound dead biped was posted online at on http://www.searchingforbigfoot.com, looking like a mangy mound of fur, entrails and the pinched face of a close cousin to "Star Wars' " Chewbacca -- all crammed into a water-filled icebox. A second photo showed the proud captors, and Tom Biscardi, a fellow Bigfoot hunter and owner of the Web site, posed next to the wet heap of fuzz. Some Bigfoot enthusiasts were less than convinced. "It looks like a costume, a waterlogged costume that's been stuffed into a freezer," said Jeff Meldrum, an associate professor of anatomy and anthropology at Idaho State University, and one of the few PhDs conducting Bigfoot field work. "It just doesn't have the hallmark of a real corpse." The Web site said the male, flat-footed man-ape, christened Rickmat in honor of its locaters, measures 7 feet, 7 inches tall, bears reddish hair, blackish-grey eyes and humanlike teeth. Claims of finding Bigfoot have been legion; zealous pursuers have girdled the globe in search of the legendary creature. But interest piqued again several weeks ago when Whitton and Dyer went on an Internet-based radio show, the "Sasquatch Detective," to make their announcement. The two later chose Biscardi, who says he has been searching for the creature since 1971 and is known in some circles as "the real Bigfoot hunter," to verify their find. But Meldrum said the choice of Biscardi did little to bolster their credibility. Biscardi once said he found a severed hand from a likely Bigfoot, said Meldrum, who studied the artifact himself and concluded it was an old bear paw. "He has a history of lack of reputability," Meldrum said. Whitton and Dyer said a team of scientists is purportedly being dispatched to Georgia over the next few months to pursue the matter. Meantime, Biscardi and his team are making plans to capture a second creature alive, the Web site said. Whitton is a Georgia police officer on administrative leave after being wounded on duty. Dyer is a former correctional officer. The two co-own http://www.bigfootracker.com and Bigfoot Global LLC, which offers Bigfoot expeditions. At the news conference, a throng of media representatives swarmed as Biscardi handed out two new photos: a grainy outline of a creature standing in the forest; and a close-up of an ape-like muzzle, one lip drawn back to reveal a row of teeth. A bloated tongue hung between them. The trio of trackers also handed out what they said was DNA evidence from an expert, who found three matches: indeterminate, human -- and possum. Asked how much the men hoped to make from the discovery, Biscardi said, "As much as possible." According to the Web site of the Bigfoot Discovery Museum in Felton, Calif., there is a discernible difference between "fake hairy" and "genuine" bipeds. Among the telltale signs of fakery: "knees lock and feet flap when walking," "ankles too dainty" and "buttocks too tiny." The real thing has "extra thick" calluses on its feet, "very large jaws" and "bad body odor when afraid or provoked." It was unclear how many of those characteristics Rickmat might possess. Special correspondent Paul McHugh in Palo Alto contributed to this report. Post a Comment View all comments that have been posted about this article. Report item as: (required) X Comment: (optional) Comments that include profanity or personal attacks or other inappropriate comments or material will be removed from the site. Additionally, entries that are unsigned or contain "signatures" by someone other than the actual author will be removed. Finally, we will take steps to block users who violate any of our posting standards, terms of use or privacy policies or any other policies governing this site. Please review the full rules governing commentaries and discussions. You are fully responsible for the content that you post. © 2008 The Washington Post Company Ads by Google

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The New York Times Printer Friendly Format Sponsored By July 22, 2008 Editorial Notebook A Secret Society of 30 Million By VERLYN KLINKENBORG One of my great surprises from roaming the library stacks during graduate school was discovering that every author, no matter how minor, was already the subject of a quarterly or a newsletter. I would stumble upon a new name — Felicia Hemans, say, or Edward Young — and find that there was already a society devoted to their work, even, in many cases, a concordance and an annual meeting with elected officers. I had the distinct feeling that I had arrived late in the day, after the literary teams had all been chosen. I get the same feeling — vastly multiplied — from the many worlds of social networking on the Web. I get wind of a new site, pay it a visit and discover that it already has a population four times the size of some midsized countries — everyone speaking the local dialect, taboos and kinship patterns well worked out, a robust economy and brisk trading with other social-networking sites. I have begun to fear the result if one site declared war on another. What if Bebo fired upon fubar? What if LinkedIn threatened to blockade imeem? I can see the appeal of a virtual community. I’ve joined three or four of these groups, partly just to see what’s going on but also to reconnect with old acquaintances and find new music. But some of these sites I don’t quite get. I’ve used Twitter a couple of times since it came to the iPhone recently. The idea is to send short messages — microblog entries of 140 characters or less — to a group of people who are “following” you. The reason is so they’ll know what you’re doing. What I come away with is a mental image of 30 or 40 people following me around all day long asking “Whatcha doing?” while I’m trying to work. One effect of so much social networking — so many overlapping communities of interlinked individuals — is that the language of actual human interaction begins to feel degraded. What can the word “friend” mean after Facebook, where it is really a synonym for “coincidence”? How subtle can the emotions be in a TiVo-ish world like iLike, where it’s thumbs up or thumbs down? There’s no room even for the hand-wiggle that means “meh.” There is, of course, a pleasure in sharing the things you love. But the greater pleasure will always be secret sharing. You find a book you love, you tell your best friend about it and the two of you share the secret. Something is ruined if your friend tells someone else about the book. Surely you remember this from fifth grade. I hope there will be room soon for some anti-social Web sites — places on the Web where you can go to be alone, to hide from your “friends.” Perhaps that is what real life is for. VERLYN KLINKENBORG

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