Those are good pics but they aren't as good as my story. I had a real encounter with the beast. I was camping up near in Lincoln city, Oregon, when I
suddenly heard a strange noise right after setting up my tent. I was a bit afraid to check but I didn't want to sleep in a dangerous area. I go out
with my shotgun and walk into the forest about 50 feet. It was there where I saw a dark figure standing in a creek. I froze for a few seconds but I
needed a closer look. I took a few steps further and I was able to make out more detail on the fur. It was dark and sort of wavy. I realized it
probably wasn't friendly when I heard a deep growl. I tried not to move but I had to get away. I take one bad step and break a twig. Sasquatch
whipped his head around, his glowing red eyes glaring with vehement. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to outrun him. I held up my gun,
but I wasn't fast enough. He charged at me and whacked the gun straight out of my arms. All I had left were my fists. I had no choice, I held my
fists up and punched him in the side of his face. It might have been the fear and andreline pumping through me, but I got in one little fight and my
mom got scared
And said youre moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air
I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin and she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it
First class, yo this is bad,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of bel-air livin like,
Hmm this might be alright!
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air