Photo: My son's friend
My son and his friend were working at the house today. After finding out from my son that I’m deep into “bigfoot” the friend let it be known that he also believed in bigfoot.
He recited the oft-told family story of a bigfoot observed by his grandfather on his cabin porch. His grandfather had just arrived home (at dusk) and was walking up the front porch stairs, arms full of packages.
There on the porch, just a few feet away was a huge silhouette of something moving. He was sure it wasn’t a bear. He shot it. It screamed and jumped from the porch into or across a deep ditch and disappeared into the woods.
The friend’s mother was in the cabin. She heard the animal scream after being shot. One can only image how surprised the young woman was to hear a gun shot and then a scream.
This was many years in the past, about fifty miles from Bakersfield, California. Several times in the telling of this sighting, my son’s friend said, “Yes I do believe in bigfoot!”