I super-duper LOVE Bigfoot. I do. Only slightly more than Nessie, I love reading ridiculous stories about Bigfeet sightings. So, when I moved back here two months ago and heard a rumor that the local park ranger had had a close encounter of the Bigfoot kind, I was naturally thrilled. Ecstatic, really. Seems the Bigfoot had done some near-impossible things to a few wild pig carcasses in the span of 10 minutes while the ranger was away. Feats of strength that no man nor known wild beast could possibly have performed. I’ll spare you the gory details, but they were weird enough to give the ranger a case of the willies and a strong suspicion that we are Not Alone.
Ever since I heard this tale (straight from the mouth of my slightly tipsy sister), I have been so anxious to go hiking in that park. I love the park anyway, but now there was a chance to gather evidence of Bigfoot? C’mon! I have just GOT to go. The only thing holding me back is that it’s the height of summer, in south Florida, with lots of swampland. Maybe I’ll investigate in late fall when the mosquitoes are not quite so viscous. You’re welcome to come along! Bring a camera with a telescoping lens, if you have one! (I don’t.)