I don't know who I want to meet, but I can sure as hell tell you who I DON'T want to meet, Bigfoot! Man, that would suck. He's big, hairy, poor communicator...it's like looking for my dad.
The only reason I can speculate for wanting to find this poor-man's Chewbacca is that he lives in Northern California so there is a good chance he's got awesome weed. The dude lives off the land like a hippie and he must weigh some fifteen hundred pounds, so he's gonna need some wicked good chronic to get high.
So, in conclusion, unless you're looking for his stash, don't waste your time looking for Bigfoot the fat ass. I'd recommend that you use your time more wisely and send checks to me, Eric Toms, and help fund my "where dem ho's at?" expedition into the wilds of Hollywood, Ca.