| Their conversation went to the inherent risks being around human beings would involve. Which quickly morphed to more adamant points of how we humans were at the least infected with that horrible stench that accompanied our clothing and that was in our hair. That in my case since I was stupid enough to be in their world completely unequipped, which by that one of the following words was gun, other choices were, ‘weapon’, ‘protection’ or ‘protected by numbers’. Phrases which inferred I should have been packing heat if I wanted to come to their world and play. Then there were the references to the obvious fact that there was something wrong with my mental facilities to begin with: or I wouldn’t have been found sleeping out in the woods by myself by them. Frankly their whole conversation could also have went something like they didn’t want to wake me up before they ate me but then they thought twice about that because whatever was effecting my brain might be passed on through eating. Lets put it this way. At the end of the day there was no way I had any intention in ever going back out into the wilderness. I didn’t want to meet a ten foot tall hairy beast which may or may not have the attitude towards human beings as I just described. That is where it would have ended if not for the discovery of a stream that had some toxic insecticide spilled into it at the top of one of the mountains. News specials came charging out to interrupt regular-scheduled broadcasts. They warned of an especially nasty toxic insecticide which was spilled into a stream at the top of one of the local mountains. As it turned out, it happened to be on the mountain area where I had been spending time back when I fell asleep and the bigfoot were there while I slept. I could not have lived with myself if I didn’t make an effort. I knew that stream ran right past the area where I had been, and I knew, and only I knew, for certain that there were bigfoot in the area. I had to try. I went back to the same location where I had recorded their chatter and then had it translated to English. Now I was attempting to go the other direction. I stayed all afternoon and until the sun began to set in the west. I used a bullhorn to broadcast the unintelligible chitter-chatter that was their language. I warned not to drink out of that stream. Aware these creatures are nocturnal, I forced myself to stay out there and continue broadcasting the warning. When the sun started the slide over the horizon to the other side of the planet, I became aware of two things very quickly. The first was that before I was certain that bigfoot exists, I was not afraid of the dark, even when out in the forest. That was before. The second thing that became painfully, terrifyingly obvious was that I had not brought any sort of flashlight. I didn’t even have a campfire built. It hadn’t dawned on me until the sun was almost set that I would need one. Quickly I began looking around for dry wood. Lucky for me this was not hard to find so I was able to get enough dry wood to start a fire before the light had completely left me. Understand I was completely aware I could leave at any time. Believe me I fought the urge to turn around and race back to my SUV on an almost constant basis. Especially when I started hearing things moving around out there in the darkness. As I stood there nursing the camp fire into better health the thought crossed my mind how I should get some sort of prize, to be honest at the time while standing there being terrified, I felt a Nobel offering would not have been too much; for trying to save sasquatch lives. next page |  |