Short Story Fiction
The Sasquatch Encounter
Scott A. Gese
Deep in the timber of the Pacific Northwest, a young man comes face to face with “Bigfoot”.
Image by Scott A. GeseRichard Kellin was an avid hunter and fisherman.
He spent most of his free time hiking deep in the woods or fishing along backwoods streams of the Pacific Northwest. He also had quite a reputation as a story teller and braggart. If there was ever an ounce of truth to any of his tales, they were puffed up beyond recognition.
One evening, Richard met with some friends at a local bar. Before he even took a seat at the table he started in. “You’re not going to believe what happened to me yesterday.”
His friends knew the routine. They pretty much figured Richard’s story would be a fabrication of the truth at best. They still wanted to hear it. His stories always held great entertainment value.
“Oh, really?” Remarked one of the men sarcastically. “Do tell us.”
Richard continued. “I was fishing along Abiqua Creek, not too far above the falls. I had just hooked a nice trout. It was a native. A real beauty. Probably a five pounder.”
Eyes rolled at the unbelievable comment, but Richard didn’t notice.
“I had him in the net when out of the corner of my eye, not more than fifty feet from me, I saw it. At first I thought it was a bear, but then it moved. Instantly I realized just how wrong I was. It was standing on two legs and it was watching me.”
“Don’t tell me,” interjected one of the men. “You saw Bigfoot.”
“Exactly,” replied Richard.
More eye rolls and laughter ensued, but Richard continued.
“Once I released the fish, the thing started to walk away. I decided to follow it. I swear, it was a good ten feet tall and had one hell of a stride. It was all I could do to keep up. I never let it out of my sight.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d swear it wanted me to follow him. This went on for at least two miles. It must have gotten tired of me because without warning it turned back toward me. It came running right at me and let out a roar I’ll never forget. It was so close I could smell its foul breath. It scared the shit out of me. I swear I almost pissed my pants. I wasn’t about to let this big guy know I was afraid. If they smell fear they’ll eat you for lunch. At least that’s what I’ve heard. It took off again, this time faster.
“I started to run after it, but then the thought hit me. Where the hell am I? I realized for the first time in my life I was lost. I didn’t know where I was.
“In a desperate attempt I called out to the creature, ‘Help me, I’m lost’. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but what happened next is almost beyond belief. It stopped as if it understood me. It motioned for me to continue following it. I did, and I swear, for the next mile I wasn’t more than ten feet behind it.
“We eventually came to a road and it pointed to the right. I tried to shake its hand but I guess it didn’t understand what I wanted. It grunted at me and disappeared into the trees. I walked another mile up the road and found my truck. Man I wish I would have had my camera with me.”
“And so do the rest of us,” replied one of the women at the table.
Another chimed in. “That’s one hell of a story, Richard. Maybe better than the one about how you dug your way out of an avalanche on Mount Hood.”
“That story was true. Every word of it, and so is this one. I’m not making any of it up, I swear. It happened just like I said.”
They all enjoyed the story, but no one really believed it.
Meanwhile, deep in a cave back on Abiqua Creek, an eight foot Sasquatch sat by a warm fire and relayed a story to his friends about how he helped a pathetically lost human find his way out of the woods.
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