The next morning, with the stealth of a marching band they pack up their equipment, again alerting a curious out-of-place large cat that was resting in a nearby tree, as they return from the woods in a car parked not that far away, they proudly carry a baggie full of coyote poop and hair samples of a neighborhood captive chimp that some damn bird scavenged for last years nest and again listen to last nights tapes of Bigfoot tree knocks, calls and limbs breaking, as they recall a dark shadow that was seen on the distant path...never considering the reality of the sights and sounds - a hunter was placing a new deer stand up for next years hunt and a fox was fighting with a rival and an old lonely fisherman was walking to his favorite late night fishing spot...
For the next two months or decades they stand by their investigation as Bigfoot proof and solid evidence, becoming more sure with each question of doubt they flatly reject...
By: Jerry D. Coleman
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