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Imagine if Roger used the whole butt!
It would be interesting to hear from suitmakers how probable it was that Roger took a section from a Gemora gorilla suit butt and added it to his own suit. That would imply that Roger intended to put that big ole butt on Patty. Interesting. And what was the Morris suit butt, chopped liver?
The original photo wasn't so blurry or grayscale, was it?
This has been the most frustrating concept to get across regarding Patty's height. All this "under 5 feet tall" business using posers and stacking up the "foot ruler" to measure her height.
The average person's height is reduced by 8-10% while walking. If you are 6 feet tall, your walking height can vary between 5' 8" & 5' 5". Now if you're taking 41" steps then your walking height is reduced +12%. I wish one other person would verify this. If you are ~6 feet tall, stand against a wall, space your feet 41" apart, bend your knees, stoop forward and measure your height. You could be as short as 5' 3". Now how tall was Gemora again and why WOULDN'T their eyes line up?
LOL, I located the knee joint by assuming Gemora was in there and that he was a human, with avg proportions. Patty's knee joints are evident.

I, W. Roe of the City of Edmonton, in the province of Alberta make oath and say,
(1) That the exhibit A attached to this, my affidavit, is absolutely true and correct in all details.
Sworn before me in the City of Edmonton, Province of Alberta, this 26th day of August, A.D. 1957.
(Signed) William Roe
(Signed) by W.H. Clark
Assistant Claims Agent
Number D.D. 2822
EXHIBIT A.
Ever since I was a small boy back in the forest of Michigan, I have studied the lives and habits of wild animals. Later, when I supported my family in Northern Alberta by hunting and trapping, I spent many hours just observing the wild things. They fascinated me. But the most incredible experience I ever had with a wild creature occurred near a little town called Tete Jaune Cache, British Columbia, about eighty miles west of Jasper, Alberta.
I had been working on the highway near Tete Jaune Cache for about two years. In October, 1955, I decided to climb five miles up Mica Mountain to an old deserted mine, just for something to do. I came in sight of the mine about three o'clock in the afternoon after an easy climb. I had just come out of a patch of low brush into a clearing when I saw what I thought was a grizzly bear, in the bush on the other side. I had shot a grizzly near that spot the year before. This one was only about 75 yards away, but I didn't want to shoot it, for I had no way of getting it out. So I sat down on a small rock and watched, my rifle in my hands.
I could see part of the animal's head and the top of one shoulder. A moment later it raised up and stepped out into the opening. Then I saw it was not a bear.
This, to the best of my recollection, is what the creature looked like and how it acted as it came across the clearing directly toward me. My first impression was of a huge man, about six feet tall, almost three feet wide, and probably weighing somewhere near three hundred pounds. It was covered from head to foot with dark brown silver-tipped hair. But as it came closer I saw by its breasts that it was female.
And yet, its torso was not curved like a female's. Its broad frame was straight from shoulder to hip. Its arms were much thicker than a man's arms, and longer, reaching almost to its knees. Its feet were broader proportionately than a man's, about five inches wide at the front and tapering to much thinner heels. When it walked it placed the heel of its foot down first, and I could see the grey-brown skin or hide on the soles of its feet.
It came to the edge of the bush I was hiding in, within twenty feet of me, and squatted down on its haunches. Reaching out its hands it pulled the branches of bushes toward it and stripped the leaves with its teeth. Its lips curled flexibly around the leaves as it ate. I was close enough to see that its teeth were white and even.
The shape of this creature's head somewhat resembled a Negro's. The head was higher at the back than at the front. The nose was broad and flat. The lips and chin protruded farther than its nose. But the hair that covered it, leaving bare only the parts of its face around the mouth, nose and ears, made it resemble an animal as much as a human. None of this hair, even on the back of its head, was longer than an inch, and that on its face was much shorter. Its ears were shaped like a human's ears. But its eyes were small and black like a bear's. And its neck also was unhuman. Thicker and shorter than any man's I had ever seen.
As I watched this creature, I wondered if some movie company was making a film at this place and that what I saw was an actor, made up to look partly human and partly animal. But as I observed it more, I decided it would be impossible to fake such a specimen. Anyway, I learned later there was no such company near that area. Nor, in fact, did anyone live up Mica Mountain, according to the people who lived in Tete Jaune Cache.
Finally the wild thing must have got my scent, for it looked directly at me through an opening in the brush. A look of amazement crossed its face. It looked so comical at the moment I had to grin. Still in a crouched position, it backed up three or four short steps, then straightened up to its full height and started to walk rapidly back the way it had come. For a moment it watched me over its shoulder as it went, not exactly afraid, but as though it wanted no contact with anything strange.
The thought came to me that if I shot it, I would possibly have a specimen of great interest to scientists the world over. I had heard stories of the Sasquatch, the giant hairy Indians that live in the legends of British Columbia Indians, and also many claim, are still in fact alive today. Maybe this was a Sasquatch, I told myself.
I levelled my rifle. The creature was still walking rapidly away, again turning its head to look in my direction. I lowered the rifle. Although I have called the creature "it", I felt now that it was a human being and I knew I would never forgive myself if I killed it.
Just as it came to the other patch of brush it threw its head back and made a peculiar noise that seemed to be half laugh and half language, and which I can only describe as a kind of a whinny. Then it walked from the small brush into a stand of lodgepole pine.
I stepped out into the opening and looked across a small ridge just beyond the pine to see if I could see it again. It came out on the ridge a couple of hundred yards away from me, tipped its head back again, and again emitted the only sound I had heard it make, but what this half- laugh, half-language was meant to convey, I do not know. It disappeared then, and I never saw it again.
I wanted to find out if it lived on vegetation entirely or ate meat as well, so I went down and looked for signs. I found it in five different places, and although I examined it thoroughly, could find no hair or shells of bugs or insects. So I believe it was strictly a vegetarian.
I found one place where it had slept for a couple of nights under a tree. Now, the nights were cool up the mountain, at this time of year especially, and yet it had not used a fire. I found no sign that it possessed even the simplest of tools. Nor a single companion while in this place.
Whether this was a Sasquatch I do not know. It will always remain a mystery to me, unless another one is found.
I hereby declare the above statement to be in every part true, to the best of my powers of observation and recollection.
(Signed) William Roe
The clips of Roger by Pat. The PGF & 2nd reel stuff, Roger. But wasn't there supposedly a clip of Roger casting 1 of the tracks on the 2nd reel? If that's true, then Gimlin's it. Maybe the only time he used the camera but it had to be him nonetheless.
Drew at searchforbigfoot.org said:Here is a frame of Roger Patterson with a bucket of plaster
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I would assume Bob Gimlin was filming this sequence.
Can anyone ask Bob Gimlin if he remembers if this was part of the 2nd roll of film at Bluff Creek, and verify that it was filmed the same day as the footage of Patty was shot? Also, he says they filmed the stomp-test after the filming, would it have been on this roll of film?
If anyone has contact with him, please forward these questions to him.
Thanks
Thomas Steenburg at searchforbigfoot.org said:i don't need to ask Bob about this again we have talked about now over 100 times. The image you are looking at is from the second role of film Roger loaded into the camera after the Patty role was finished. He is casting one of the two footprints castings he made that day. Bob Gimlin is holding the camera. Bob does not remember holding the camera but admits that he probably did,on more than one occasion. some of the footage taken on the Patty role was taken by Bob as well as it is Roger on film pulling the pack horse. Roger had the small horse while Bob rode a larger horse. Also taken later on this second role of film is the jump test, Just before the jump test is a shot of the line of footprints in the sandbar. One of which has already had plaster poured into it but is still drying. Later you see Roger standing under a large tree with both castings in his hands. He is wearing his jacket in those shots. this second role of film is in the hands of the BBC. It was loaned to them just before Roger died and they never returned it. Patrica has been talking about trying to get it back for years but nothing has ever come of it.
Thomas Steenburg
Am I?I know you're being facetious but you're right, the leg proportions betray the Gemora suit. The knee joint isn't hidden and the lowered crotch attempts to shorten the legs. But it doesn't (and can't) hide the knee joint. Must be a suit! Patty's leg proportions certainly aren't hidden. Are you suggesting her leg proportions are not-human?

I posted this question at Melissa's site, searchforbigfoot.org
http://searchforbigfoot.org/index.php?showtopic=2630 :
Thomas Steenburg has asked this question of Bob Gimlin before, and replied with the following, I don't have anything else, but I am going to invite him here, maybe he would be willing to re contact Bob Gimlin if we could come up with a new question for him to ask BG.
Originally Posted by Thomas Steenburg at searchforbigfoot.org
i don't need to ask Bob about this again we have talked about now over 100 times. The image you are looking at is from the second role of film Roger loaded into the camera after the Patty role was finished. He is casting one of the two footprints castings he made that day. Bob Gimlin is holding the camera. Bob does not remember holding the camera but admits that he probably did,on more than one occasion. some of the footage taken on the Patty role was taken by Bob as well as it is Roger on film pulling the pack horse. Roger had the small horse while Bob rode a larger horse. Also taken later on this second role of film is the jump test, Just before the jump test is a shot of the line of footprints in the sandbar. One of which has already had plaster poured into it but is still drying. Later you see Roger standing under a large tree with both castings in his hands. He is wearing his jacket in those shots. this second role of film is in the hands of the BBC. It was loaned to them just before Roger died and they never returned it. Patrica has been talking about trying to get it back for years but nothing has ever come of it.
Thomas Steenburg
(I have permission from Melissa to repost this)
Excellent! Not sure it could be said any better. "...flips his wig, comes down with..."And in the same physical settings by a downed tree, and behaving in a way that is described the same by both men.
Sweaty, this is amazing. First, one man encounters a shaggy-breasted, slow moving, ambivalent Ladyfoot with little concern for firearms. Then, a few years later, the guy who got that guy, William Roe, to sign an affidavit, Ivan Sanderson, writes up the story in True magazine. This article is seen by Roger Patterson who flips his wig, comes down with the fortean addiction, writes a book, steals the art from the magazine showing the Ladyfoot, sticks it in there, and then the very next year has literally the exact same encounter. Instead of trying to actually get the creature, that guy goes out and spends the rest of his life making buckets of money to pour on himself.
So, seems like your odds of finding a shaggy-breasted, ambivalent, slow moving Ladyfoot with no concern for firearms padding about in the daytime is pretty good. So where are they? Why no type specimen for these seemingly moronic apes?
However, if you do not assume this, there's no way you can locate the joints.
We’ve posted lots of images of costumes which managed to conceal human proportions; forget there’s a human inside it (or act as a footer which do not believe there’s one) and… I could go all Munns & Sweaty and draw lines indicating a short upper leg in respect the lower leg, thus claiming no human can be like that even if I used your knee location. In this case, actually I would have been fooled by the costume, which managed to conceal the actor's proportions
Correa Neto wrote:
There IS a way to locate the joints, Correa......watch and learn......
[qimg]http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w28/SweatyYeti/Patty/CorreaJointLesson1.jpg[/qimg]
The blue line....a full 1 pixel thick....is precisely in-line with the back of the knee joint.
You need to lose the Barney and Godzilla pictures, Correa. (But, you can keep the dolls....they're harmless.)
Try concealing your elbow and knee joints in a costume which replicate's Patty's dynamic, 'tight' appearance, to her contour.
Go ahead......see if you can do it.![]()
Excellent! Not sure it could be said any better. "...flips his wig, comes down with..."![]()
Love that KK proprietary term 'fortean addiction'.
Expressed in a sentence, Fort's principle goes something like this:
People with a psychological need to believe in marvels are no more prejudiced and gullible than people with a psychological need not to believe in marvels."[5]
"The title of the book...."The Book of the Damned"...referred to what he termed the "damned" data - data which had been damned, or excluded, by modern science because of its not conforming to accepted guidelines.
The way Fort sees it, mainstream scientists are trend followers who believe in what is accepted and popular, and never really look for a truth that may be contrary to what they believe."
Instead of trying to actually get the creature, that guy goes out and spends the rest of his life making buckets of money to pour on himself.
QUOTE]
And where are all these buckets of money? I have seen how Patricia lives.
I love the way Charles Fort...himself....looked at the issue of how people think, regarding 'anomolous phenomena'......
Link:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Book_of_the_Damned
Speaking of the love of 'All Things Fortean'....my 'Daily Paper'......
http://www.anomalist.com/
A wise old man once said.....(and a few million people, after him)...
"Truth is stranger than Fiction".
I remarked to my wife that I thought that particular image was in the public domain, but if the advertisers had used any other part of the film they would have had to pay Patricia Patterson for it. Funny little synchronicity there, vis-a-vis the current discussion.
And in the same physical settings by a downed tree, and behaving in a way that is described the same by both men.
Sweaty, this is amazing. First, one man encounters a shaggy-breasted, slow moving, ambivalent Ladyfoot with little concern for firearms. Then, a few years later, the guy who got that guy, William Roe, to sign an affidavit, Ivan Sanderson, writes up the story in True magazine. This article is seen by Roger Patterson who flips his wig, comes down with the fortean addiction, writes a book, steals the art from the magazine showing the Ladyfoot, sticks it in there, and then the very next year has literally the exact same encounter. Instead of trying to actually get the creature, that guy goes out and spends the rest of his life making buckets of money to pour on himself.
So, seems like your odds of finding a shaggy-breasted, ambivalent, slow moving Ladyfoot with no concern for firearms padding about in the daytime is pretty good. So where are they? Why no type specimen for these seemingly moronic apes?