I would suggest four possible strategies:

1. Find his normal pathways (perhaps the latest motion sensitive infra-red nighttime game trail camera would help) and dig a deep pit. Cover the pit carefully with Camo. Wala, Big Foot is trapped in Big Pit.

2. Cover the entire area with thousands of air-dropped custom sized (giant) Dr. Scholl's Massaging Gel Pads and some cool giant size Pajar 'Max' boots. The boots are nearly the same color as Big Foot's fur, and are extremely comfortabel and stylish. Along with the Gel Pad inserts, the Big Guy will be so pleased with your gift and his newfound comfort, that you may be able to broadcast (on a PA system) the question "Are you gellin?" and half expect him to come walking out of the mountaing snappin his fingers and rappin "I'm Gellin like a felon". If not, proceed to suggestion three.

3. Enlist the help of a female Big Foot, approriately dressed in full on Hoochie Mama costume. Big Foot hasn't had a hot date in years, and with his new boots and his new gellin feet, he will be more likely than ever to waltz out of the forest with his mojo on full.

4. Place posters throughout the Mountains advertising a Big Foot Class Reunion at the Elk Horn park in Jackson Hole Wyoming on January 20. Be sure to announce games and door prizes along with nostalgic music and and an open bar. Prepare a giant net and when BF show up, drop a net over the entire park. This is the only plan that involves actually restraining the big guy by force, which may turn out to be an ultimate fail (bring a camera for YouTube footage).

I have heard that BF is fond of mountain bikes and snowboards (ideas for games and prizes)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJjUt2sXo5o

That's almost too easy a question.y. And it could be him or her.

Get a hunting license, then start looking for these droppings and a herd like the one pictured.:

"Bigfoot's Lakota name was Si Tanka ,"Spotted Elk"

The son of Lone Horn, Spotted Elk became chief of the Minneconjou ("Planters by the River") after the death of his father in 1874. One of the seven subdivisions of the Teton Sioux, the Minneconjou lived in northwestern South Dakota with the Hunkpapa, another band of the Teton Sioux led by Sitting Bull. Native accounts of Spotted Elk describe him as a great hunter. He was also a skilled horseman who possessed a string of fine ponies, most often obtained from the Crow or other enemies. He was best known, however, for his political and diplomatic successes. An able negotiator, Spotted Elk was skilled at settling quarrels between rival parties and was often in great demand among other Teton bands.

After the Sioux War for the Black Hills in 1876-77, the Minneconjou were placed on the Cheyenne River Reservation in South Dakota. Being a person accustomed to finding ways of reconciling disparate views, Spotted Elk sought means to adapt to white ways. According to Native accounts, Spotted Elk was among the first American Indians to raise corn in accordance with government standards. Moreover, he traveled to Washington, D.C. and requested that a mission school be established near the forks of the Cheyenne River. While the Indian Bureau tentatively agreed, the matter was set aside and eventually forgotten."

Oh, wait, you mean THAT Big Foot? Like trying to find The Jersey Devil.

You're not the first one-it was supposedly attempted in 1968.

And as recently as 2009 the whole thing was determined to be a complete hoax:

"Bigfoot Encounters

Teton County, Jackson Hole, Wyoming
Winter 1968

In the early winter of 1968, two young men from Marshalltown, Iowa set out by car on a hunting expedition to Wyoming. Near Jackson Hole, they shot a coyote (out of the car window) and when it did not go down, they got out of the car and followed a blood trail in the snow. They scrambled up over a small hill beside the road and stopped dead in surprise at the sight of a large dark ape-like figure standing in the snow and facing them about 300 feet away.

"It looked like a gorilla to them and thinking that it must be an escaped animal, with maybe a reward on its head, one of them (they subsequently would not say which one) took aim with a scoped 30.06 and shot it in the chest. It fell over backwards in the snow and when this happened they ran up to it.

"The thing was lying on its back, arms by its sides. It was about 6.5 feet in length, heavily built, and covered with hair but with the face bare of hair. The face was very human with a short nose, wide mouth etc. The eyelids were fluttering and the fingers were opening and closing. Blood oozed from a hole in the chest and was gathering in the hollow of the chest. The creature made no sound.

"Horrified that they had shot a human, which they thought might have been the mutant offspring of a nearby family, maybe hidden for years but at last escaped, they turned and ran down the hill and jumped in the car and drove non-stop all the way back to Marshalltown, IA.

"Seven years went by and probably mostly in fear of prosecution, they told no one of the incident. Then one of them whispered it to his father who told his mother, …and so in 1975 it came to me.

"The two men were Marshalltown residents, Lyle Bingaman and Mike Burton. I contacted them and promised them confidentiality and then submitted detailed questionnaires, which they completed and returned to me. I then asked if they would come to Jackson Hole and meet me and take me to where they had the incident. Burton said, “no.” But Bingaman agreed and so I sent him an air ticket and a little later he met me in Jackson Hole. Then took me to where he believed the place was. However, having been there during the brief time of the incident for only a few minutes, and as it was now seven years later, (and in the summer, without snow) He was unable to verify the actual place. He said that it was on a ridge running down to the road at an angle, somewhere south of Jackson Hole. However as I found out later, (when I went back and did an extensive search) there are several similar ridges in this area, any one of which could have been the actual ridge where the incident took place.

"Bingaman, who I remember as a pleasant and credible young man, left and went back to Marshalltown but a little later returned to Jackson Hole and then move to Lander Wyoming where he became a school teacher. We kept in touch for a while and then lost contact.

"Yesterday I tracked Bingaman down via Google and called him and talked to him. The Lyle Bingaman I talked too yesterday lives in Lander and was formerly from Marshalltown and had recently retired from school teaching and when questioned vaguely knew of the incident. But he adamantly denied ever having been part of it, said it was all a story made up by Burton, said he had never met me, had never filled in or signed a questionnaire and had never been flown by me to Jackson Hole.

"The above notes, to the best of my memory, are from the original questionnaires and from conversations with Bingaman in Jackson Hole. Burton's whereabouts are unknown to me.

"Peter C. Byrne

"Blake Eckard also investigated this same report. In early April, 2009, Eckard wrote: "I too, tracked down and talked, for over 2 hours, to Lyle Bingaman about the alledged shooting in Wyoming. He told me it was all a hoax. Peter would have none of it. Lyle denied having ever been flown to Jackson Hole by Byrne...instead saying Peter had just showed up on his doorstep after he moved to Lander and camped out in his yard. This and several other things felt totally wrong." ....Blake
Wed, April 1, 2009, 7:12 AM"

You clearly haven't been spending enough time in Canada. You need some Kokanee beer for bait and the Ranger and his trio of girls to catch him. Just give him a call, since he's retired from gaurding the glacier I'm sure he's not too busy.

I know, I know, all you Americans don't know what I'm talking about, so here....

Make a big mouse/rat trap, and put a bunch of bananas as bait. LOL. Hahahaha.

Hey I found the answer and you are going to need some beef Jerky so get packed and watch this video.

I think you need to buy one of those big lines of sausages like in the cartoons and drag that around with you. If you turn round and see him nibbling on them, quickly run in a big circle and double back and paddle his big hairy ass until he submits. Once he taps teach him to make you dinner and put your feet up, maybe eat some of the un-eaten sausages.

Fool proof

I think this is very interesting, of course figure is necessary

Pretty good, must be very interesting

possiblyItCouldBeA Gorilla or Chimpanzee
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