I’m a believer. I know Sasquatch is out there. I’ve seen its tracks and heard it howl. When I was a teenager, winter camping with my scout troop, we’d spent the night in snow caves. The next morning we found giant footprints. We followed them to a frozen, snow-covered lake.
That’s when we heard it howl. Boy, howdy.
I was a dumb kid. I went out on the ice to where the footprints in the snow suddenly ended at a crack but continued on the other side. Sasquatch had stepped over it, but I couldn’t. I ran back, a believer.
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