My husband and I started watching Finding Bigfoot (hey, these Maine winters are looooonnnnnnnnggggggggggg) on the Animal Planet channel recently. At first I started watching it to humor him (hey, he paid it forward by watching The Good Wife all these months with me–thank you, honey!) but then I discovered something…
I really don’t know how or why it happened, but I suddenly realized…
I wanted to watch it! I was looking forward to watching it! Hey, it’s Sunday night, and “There’s something on the hill!”
The cast contains one woman, field biologist Ranae Holland. Ranae is the kind of gal who goes camping. Deep in the woods. Alone. For, like, 2 days. In a very small tent. Without a weapon.
She also travels with the the guys to various locations to check out Bigfoot sightings, where they talk to people about their experiences and then try to recreate them. This often includes hours of grown men howling at each other in the woods at 3:00AM.
You can’t make this stuff up.
She is also the voice of reason in this boys’ club. The men (Cliff, Bobo, and Matt) are always ready to give the benefit of the doubt to the ‘witness’ who thinks (s)he saw or heard a Bigfoot. Ranae, on the other hand, is always ready to tell them that their story is a crock of shit. She doesn’t even believe in Bigfoot, yet she scored this job and is doing what she loves to do…and getting paid for it. Go, Ranae!
She is my hero.
The lesson here is clear: Never underestimate the transformative powers of the Squatch.