By: Jim Myers
Sunday, November 26, 2017
I’m going to tell you a story that you may find hard, or even impossible to believe. That’s OK, because I know who told me the story, and I trust his credibility. I always find it amusing – and not a little annoying, to be honest – when skeptics come into the Sasquatch Outpost to purchase something for their one Bigfoot Fanatic Friend (everyone has at least one, right?). Inevitably, in the course of the conversation they’ll say something like, “Yeah, my friend told me that he saw a Bigfoot while he was out hunting, but… I don’t know. I’m sure he saw SOMETHING – probably a bear. But I just can’t believe that he saw a Bigfoot.” I used to just let this kind of remark go, but I don’t really much care what people think of me anymore… I mean, I run a Bigfoot store, right? So now I like to reply by saying, “Oh, so your friend lies a lot, does he?” “Oh no!” They always reply, “He’s not a liar.” “Oh, I apologize. I thought you just said that you can’t believe what he said he saw. That sounds a lot like you think he’s lying.” “No, no”, they’ll come back, “Not lying, just mistaken.” From there I’ll ask how long they’ve known this friend, and how often he/she has been seriously mistaken - like confusing a 9 foot tall, hairy, bi-pedal hominid for a bear. Here’s my point (and then I’ll get on with my story): if someone you’ve known for most of your life, who has never been a liar, nor someone who habitually exaggerates the truth tells you they saw a Bigfoot… well, you either have to believe them, or call them a liar. There’s not much room for another option.
So, back to my unbelievable story, told to me by my very trustworthy friend. I’ll call him “Jim” (since that’s his name). Jim and his wife have a gifting spot in the woods not too far from “Metro Bailey” where they’ve had an ongoing, fairly active relationship with one or more resident Sasquatches for several months. Last summer they went in to check the site for activity, but this time they took one of their grand-daughters with them. After spending a couple of hours hiking around, they decided it was getting late and they should head back to the truck. Their grand-daughter was visibly “freaked-out” (that’s a medical term) by all the talk about Bigfoot, so as they walked along the trail she would periodically stop, turn around and scan the woods with her binoculars (less Bigfoot should sneak up on them from behind). After doing this multiple times, she suddenly blurted out, “Oh my God Grandma, there it is!” She had her Grandparents attention now! Jim also had a pair of binoculars, so he focused on the same area… and couldn’t believe his eyes. Squatting down between two trees with its hand up on one of the trees was a huge, dark figure. As they watched it stood up, turned around and started to walk away from them. It was headed out of the trees and into an open meadow, and Jim thought he’d have a chance to get a good look at it. Then something unbelievable happened: just as it was about to move out into the open, it seemed to rapidly shrink down in size until right before their eyes… it disappeared. Just like that – it vanished into thin air. Jim thought he was seeing things (or NOT seeing things, as it were), but there was no doubt about it – where a few seconds ago a Bigfoot was walking in the trees, now there was nothing. Jim and I have had quite a few conversations since then, trying to make sense of it all. But since I trust my friend Jim, I’ve now added a new, mysterious aspect to this being we call Sasquatch: they can disappear.
Don’t ask me to explain it, ‘cause I can’t.