reply to post by argentus
Thank you again Argentus and I hope your task is
easy and well executed.
I'll relate the tale here for when you get back from
It was 1998 and if anyone out in Oregon can remember
it was a very hot summer. Ned is the same age as me
(if he's still alive) and at 9 years old, his pa thought it
would be good exercise for the youngster to hike up to
Izee is a small place that Ned's father grew up in... I think
The pair set off eastwards with Ned's pa calling out all his
memories and haunts.
Ned told me that it around noon when they saw the shaggy
creature. It was in a moss-laden split in a huge boulder and
Ned thought it was hunting mice.
Ned said that face was human, and the hair wasn't that long.
He also said he would swear that he'd heard it giggle!
Ned's father grabbed his son by his parka and set off back
the way they'd come. Later, Ned asked why they hadn't just
watched the hairy thing eat it's lunch, as Bigfoot had been
too focused on his quarry.
Ned's pop turned to the window and peered out into the swaying
firs, his hands buried deep in his pockets.
"We don't talk about the thing out there son" he whispered and
said no more on the subject.
Ned told a couple of years later that an urban myth arose about
how the Bigfoot abducted a female and lived up there with her,
among the rocks and low moaning wind.
That's as much as my diary says about that.
[edit on 16-4-2009 by A boy in a dress]