There had been sighting reports in the 1980's, but she had never had her own experience.
Her family owns several hundred acres of land, and most of her neighbors, few and far between are aunts, uncles and cousins. Hers is the last house on the gravel road. The road takes you into a private property owned by the Division of Forestry.
|no trespassing sign|
|tree stump that creature leapt from onto rear of truck|
|scratch marks left from creature as it clung on to rear of truck|
Although she has never seen the full body of the Sasquatch, she claims to have seen and heard them all around her property and has caught glimpses of an arm, shoulder and hand.
She leaves apples out, sings Indian songs and talks softly to them.
|daughter's drawing of Bigfoot|
Although I did not see, hear or smell anything Squatchy, I did enjoy my visit and listening to the stories.
I have recorded some of the stories and will post them on Monday.
I love where I go, who I meet and what I research, even when nothing happens.