Imagine a troop of them, and they’re all enraged at you! Something to think about, anyway. Or so it seems from past stories, there are some in which one sasquatch takes huge hits and just keeps on coming. You would more likely be putting yourself in danger, Mark, more so than if you just carry the firearms as a visual deterrent. I worry about your intention to shoot one–where there’s one, there’s three, or four, or more. Mark, you’re a trooper–and then to go live by the Mogollon Rim! June 27th, 2016 Log in to ReplyĪ full sasquatch encounter: saw road (creek) crossing, heard chatter, nailed with the Stink, paced in ATVs, growled at, roared at, flanked. I thought he meant some old hermit who lived in the thick woods in the area we lived in but again I wonder. ![]() Which further more brings back from memory my dad telling me to watch out for the old man of the woods at dusk and not to “mess with him”. I overheard him talking to my dad about how “those damn river monkeys have been raising hell again.” I was maybe 12 at the time and thought he was just an old racist talking about the folks who fished underneath and around the bridges that crossed the river near his property. I also remember going to a junkyard with my dad this old man had on his property that was about a mile south of the Sabine River going towards Grand Saline. However, after hearing so many accounts of the stench associated with these things I wonder if maybe it wasn’t so simple. I just chalked it up to something dead on the side of the road. I remember as a kid riding my bicycle along old oil top roads and running into “walls of stink” on occasion. ![]() Along the Sabine River bottoms south of Lake Fork.
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