Bigfoot-Sasquatch

I have a bigfoot story, speaking of principalities.

I was making an outdoor fireplace with a guy who was kind of a funny dude--good with his hands and crafty generally. He probably drank too much, but never while at work and he was basically a regular kind of guy. Liked to smoke his cigs and have his beer at home, but he was pretty tidy, generally.

I was talking to him about bigfoot one day and at the mention of the word I noticed he sort of froze up.

He turned to me and very seriously, says: I've seen one.

I said, really, where? I was sort of joking, but he definitely wasn't. He told me how everyone in his family knows that when a special on bigfoot is on tv, not to bother him.

He was up with a buddy in northern Maine on some logging roads, dirt-biking with a friend. They was moving right along, he says, and then his buddies bike broke down.

They stopped to fix it.

While they were working on it, trying to get it to start back up, they looked across the field the road they were on was straddling. He said it looked like about 7-10 years growth of a clear-cut. The trees were all about 6 ft tall.

Across the field about 1/4 of a mile, they saw something brown moving about. At first they thought it was a moose, or maybe a bear. probably a moose, he said, since the growth was so tall and Maine has mostly small black bears.

He kept working on the bike and his friend says: "It's coming this way."

He didn't stop what he was doing: "It's just a moose." he says.

After a another minute or two his friend says: "It's coming here and we gotta get out of here!"

He keeps working on the bike and finally his buddy starts running off!

He stops what he was doing and stands up to have a cigarette and see what all the fuss is about. He says he couldn't believe his eyes. He says it was a bigfoot, and by the looks of it, it must have been about 8 ft tall, because it towered about 2 ft above the growth.

He says he was sort of mesmerized or stunned. (This is an interesting thing about this phenomenon) until it finally snapped a small birch tree that was about as thick as his arm, right in half. He says it was flailing about like it was pissed off and wanted him to know it.

As soon as he snapped to, he jumped on his bid, which was still working, and tore out of there, picking up his buddy along the way.

He says the thing turned and chased them along the road, but they gunned it out of there and didn't look back.