Same place as before, different night.

It returned to eat from the picnic table in the middle of the night and the old woman stepped out of her camper and with her limp on her cane, cancer a thing she had dealt with and her old wide hips waddling down the steps to see what all the clatter was, there it was, eating the scraps; it noticed her but seemed unconcerned, an old woman and a native at that, the bigfoot saw her as part of the natural environment and paid little to no mind, enjoying the food as he liked. Second sighting, same week, confirmed second witness.