...Hairy Bipeds or so I have heard are ever so slightly....
LARGER THAN A FLYING SQUIRREL!!!
Yup. And seen about as often.
Tell me people didn't laugh at your analogy with robust vigor. Regardless,I won't believe you....
Yeah, they did laugh. They also doubted. (That's why I linked #1 and #2)
Regardless, it's true. Despite living a long time in the woods in flying squirrel country, I'd never seen one until Mrs. Huntster's cat dragged one home.
That was after reading about how plentiful they are, and commented on that on BFF.
Lucky, I guess. Like Patterson.
I haven't seen a flying squirrel carcass since, have never seen a live specimen, probably never will, and will bet that none of you ever have/will.
Secondly,if we for a second take your Rocky the Squirrel analogy seriously....
That makes Patterson seem even more lucky to have caught one on film in the first place after only searching a few days. I guess that's why he never went back,I mean he basically pulled the first one out of his arse.
And probably figured that he "had the goods".
A second trip would have been financed and probably had a higher headcount than just He and Bob G (oh and Bob H) Ruling out a second hoax,and failure would have dulled the glare of the limelight he was enjoying...I mean especially if he couldn't even find Patty's old man or heck even some tracks on a second trip given that Patterson almost always found something when he went out. Now I see why he never went back,it would have been lose lose.
You don't seem to get it, do you?
How much time have you spent in the woods?
What do you think your chances are of, say, "catching" a bear?
Divide those chances by 200 (that's a guess; it might be 100, and it might be 1,000).
There are your chances of
one encounter.
Double it for two.
Do the math, genius....................