As a kid in the 70s Bigfoot was bigger than the Beatles— and I’m not kidding. We didn’t know who the Beatles were. We knew the Monkees because they were on Channel 56 after Gilligan’s Island and before Batman, but Bigfoot was a superstar. He was even a guest star on Lee Major’s The Six Million Dollar Man in a two part episode that had us talking it up in the fifth grade like the Earth had Opened up and the Loch Ness Monster Came riding out on a trick bike with a banana seat.
It all came to a head on a late Summer or Early Fall Day when an exhibit came to the Woo advertising a Bigfoot Corpse encased in Ice would be on display in the dirt lot that would eventually become the Centrum and was currently home to the Twice Annual Circuses that made the circuit. My friends and I paid our $1 to wait in a long wet and muddy line which lead to a small stage and some stairs which took you up and above the sort of ice cream cooler that held a block of ice with a blurry ape like figure encased within.
The three of us climbed those stairs in anticipation of seeing a real Sasquatch and when we got to the top and leaned over the railing to get a better look we exclaimed in unison:
WHAT A GYP!
The pictures I found online don’t represent the way I remember it exactly. He had a different face.
One of the things that struck us about the exhibit was that he had died with his hand covering his private parts which were clearly visible— now it wasn’t that we wanted to see them— in fact nothing could be further from the truth— like King Kong we never expected to see anything there at all but the skin tone was extremely pale compared to the black fur (and yes he had Black Fur I know none of the pictures are exact to what I saw) so you couldn’t miss it. We thought it was fake that his hand had covered this area up— it would have been more convincing to have a towel or something laid over that portion of the exhibit out of modesty and to protect us from seeing it in the first place.
But we walked away convinced we had just wasted our dollar— and so ended our belief in Sasquatch. Plus I think I was just about to turn 9.