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Frank Cotolo
August 14, 2014 |
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The legend of a wooly beast that roams the Pacific Northwest remains a legend because in this world
of advanced technology, for some odd reason, no one has produced an ounce of evidence it exists.
Sasquatch or Bigfoot manages to elude all hunters, leaving only inadmissible evidence of his
existence behind.
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But there is one man who claims to have had contact with the man-beast. This man does not seek fame
or publicity about his encounter. This man spoke to me under the umbrella of anonymity due to the
nature of his experience. This man, who we will call Delaney, lives in Washington, miles from
Seattle traffic and deep into the terrain of the state that still looks prehistoric.
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"When did you come into contact with Sasquatch?" I said.
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"Don't call him that," Delaney fired. "He hates that name. And don’t call him Bigfoot either. He
is a size eight, though his instep is wide."
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"Were you looking for him?"
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"No. He came to me. I'd just put the finishing touches on my log cabin roof and came inside for
dinner when he knocked on the door."
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"He knocked on the door?"
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"Yes. You thought he crashed through it, I bet. Well he didn’t do any such thing. He’s polite and
considerate."
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"You mean he has human intelligence?"
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"Smarts, yes. He has the vocabulary of a learned man and as much hair as he has I could swear I
saw men with more in YMCA bath houses."
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"So you let him in and then what happened?" I asked with enthusiasm.
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"He wanted to borrow some sugar, so I let him in and once he was in I asked him to stay for dinner.
I didn't mind how he smelled because anyone wandering those woods smelled like that, even if they
used Old Spice to shave."
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"What did you two talk about?"
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