I totally believe in big foot or sasquatch as some
call him, I have a little story to tell you. My wife
and I were driving in northern Montana one
foggy, brisk and rainy fall morning at the end of the
month of August, 1992.
We were traveling north on route 12 at approximately
8:30 am. the area was surrounded by heavy tall pine trees
and massively sheer rocky cliffs on both sides of the road.
As we drove around a small cove, My wife shuttered.
"Dave!" she shrieked, "LOOK!"
I nearly wrecked the car, not so much from what I saw, but
from my wife's loud clambering voice. She was pointing
to the front right of the car, And there it was.
About twenty feet in front of our car, two trees or so off into
the brush. He must have been at least seven foot tall, maybe
even taller. I slammed on the brakes and almost crashed.
Even with the loud noise of the tires squealing, he didn't
move an inch. He just stood there stiff as a board. even as
I inched the car a little closer to get a better look, he just
stood there like a deer in headlights. My wife was so scared,
I was more curious then frightened, I only wish I had my
camera at the time. We got to about eight feet in front of
him when he suddenly lurched at the car I swear he must
have leaped the entire eight feet in one swift movement.
He scared the jeebies out of us, my wife shrieked again.
He was a mass of heavy fur, Black as coal, his face was
scary as hell, freak-ed us both big time. His face pushed
up against the passenger side window, his eyes were blood
red, he looked like a demon from hell. As I slammed down
on the gas peddle the car lurched forward and his massive
body brushed off. he didn't chase us at all, he just stood on
the side of the road and watched as we sped away.
That was it. We told everyone of what we saw and no one
believed us, no one! Absolutely no one.
So, Do I believe in Big Foot?
You ask me if I believe? Absolutely not! because like big foot,
my whole story was just that, a story! and just like my little
fiction story, big foot, sasquatch or whatever you want to call it
is just that! pfft. big foot. gimme a break.
Great story, Dave; well done! I personally don't believe in Sasquatch, but if he exists, I pray I never encounter him: I may have an accident, and it ain't gonna be very pretty, if you know what I mean! LOL Well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
I saw a movie once about Sasquatch, and he howled; I still can hear it in my mind from time to time. Nightmare City!! GAD!! What a chilling sound he made!!