by Grambler

Created on: June 02, 2008

I at one time in my life did not believe in the Bigfoot, but that all changed when I was fifteen years old. I was with about six other friends at the time. We were enjoying a nice humid day in the middle of a Michigan summer. We were taking a short cut through a grass field to our favorite fishing hole in the local river. The first sighting of this creature was by a friend of mine who suddenly stopped and asked if the rest of us saw a large brown haired creature that he had just seen running out into the ditch line that was about 150 yards from us at the time. He sounded like he was scared, but we didn't believe him as he tried to describe what he had just seen. We laughed at him, making fun of him.

He insisted that we leave and go back home. As you could imagine we didn't believe he had actually seen the large creature. He told us he wasn't going to the fishing hole. We let him go. The rest of us stayed and watched him run back toward the railway tracks that we had entered the field on. We all noticed that he was running at full speed, he even dropped his fishing pole as he ran away, which gave us all a feeling that maybe he wasn't joking around with us, but we still ignored it.

Shrugging off the sudden strange way our friend had acted, we started walking toward the ditch line, the same one, he had said that he had seen something in. Even though I didn't act like it, I felt a little weird about continuing toward the fishing hole, but I didn't want anyone else to know it, and I felt a little safer with a group of five then I would of if I had left with our running friend.

We approached the ditch line, which was a pretty deep ditch, which was consumed with large cattails and brush. We stepped into a clearing into the ditch, and all of us froze. There were a set of very large what looked like to be Human feet, but a lot bigger. What creeped us out the most was that water was slowly seeping back into them, which meant they were just made. We all looked around us, then our hearts fell, when we heard something large rustling around in the brush. We stood as quite as we could, listening, hoping it was just our running friend who was playing around with us, creating a joke on us. We stood still, then we seen it pop out of the ditch. It was huge, about 7 foot tall, covered in like a reddish brown hair. Yes, we all couldn't believe it, it was a Bigfoot.

We all stood as still as we could hoping it didn't see us in the ditch. It turned and looked toward us, it had seen us,

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