This is a story that has been told to me. I have taken writer's liberty so it is embellished but the main facts are still here. Do you believe in Big Foot? I never did think much of it until the past few years when I have met Big Foot Investigators and talked to people that insist that they have seen one.
Nathan and the Big Foot
It was a great day for fishing. Nathan would have rather been bear hunting, but it wasn't the season for it. Across the small lake where he was relaxing in his canvas camping chair, Nathan saw a flock of birds flying from the trees. They were not happy birds, being disturbed from their roosts. Once the birds were gone, there was only silence. The type of silence that is unnerving. Nathan shook off the feeling and went back to watching his fishing line. An unshakable feeling of being watched overcame him and once again he looked across the lake. The brush around the trees began to rustle. Nathan didn't see anything there, but the rustling became louder, more frantic, like someone was trying to get his attention. Nathan looked harder, wondering what could be causing so much noise. The noise-maker came out from behind the trees. Nathan met "it" eye-to-eye. It wasn't a human. It stood about 7 feet tall and was covered with hair. Being a bear hunter, Nathan knew that he was not looking at a bear. The words "Big Foot" came to his mind and his blood turned to ice water. They stared at each other for a moment longer, and then Nathan dropped his fishing pole and ran to his car, leaving his gear behind.
Nathan took his father out the next day to see if his fishing rods and tackle box were still there. They were, and so was a large footprint, which they plastered for evidence. What was curious, is that the footprint did not seem big enough for the creature that Nathan saw. It was larger than Nathans foot, but didn't not seem to be big enough for what Nathan described as upright and nearly 7 foot tall.
I have heard a similar story as this coming from Maryland. Is there more than one traveling together? Does the dominant one occasionally have to be a distraction to get the others through?
The foothills of the Shenandoah and the Blue Ridge Mountains seem to be a hot spot for the Big Foot. A few days before Nathan had his encounter, there was a man in Spotsylvania, Virginia who also found and made a plaster casting of a big footprint. My friend Lana has a brother who still insists that a Big Foot pulled him out of his tent while camping in Shenandoah County ten years ago.
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