Bigfoot Reports So Far:10/30/07

So far, I have collected only three more reports of Bigfoot sightings, as I can recollect. The first one happened several years ago as I was asking a man in his twenties if he had ever seen a panther. He mentioned that his father swore that he saw a Bigfoot swimming in the Santa Fe River at the Worthington Springs Bridge in Union County, Florida. About a year ago, Ida Rae Snyder and I were talking to Wayne Cox, owner of C&S Sports in Lake Butler, Florida. Wayne is a five-time Florida State Champion Turkeycaller and owns an outfitting company for hunting wild hogs and the Osceola turkey, which is only found in parts of Florida. As an aside, I would like to encourage people to patronize sporting goods stores that are run by outdoorsmen. It is extremely difficult to make a living from the outdoors without destroying it as in "development". I know that the prices are higher, and I myself sometimes have to shop at Wal-Mart instead of at Wayne's because the money is too tight. But if you can support these little businesses. These people love the outdoors, they have time and motivation to talk to you, and they are a wealth of information. In addition, if you have an outgoing personality, you can often strike up a conversation with other customers in the store. You would probably not do that at Wal-Mart.As we talked about Bigfoot, Wayne suddenly suddenly remembered an incident that he had related only to his father and had forgotten. One summer when he was a teenager, which would be about eighteen years ago, he and some buddies drove into the family's lease on the Santa Fe River near Worthington Springs in Union County, Florida. There had been a lot of rain recently so they parked the truck before they got down the river bottom and walked to the river. They planned to spend the weekend fishing and camping. Everything seemed okay so they walked back to the truck. There in the dirt road were huge footprints, about size fifteen. The footprints went right to the bed of the pickup and walked into the bed. He did not use the bumper; he simply walked into the back of the pickup. He then opened the cooler and rummaged through it. I do not remember if I asked what he took, if anything. I will have to do that. But Wayne was adamant that none of their camping gear was touched. He seemed only interested in food.