Sunday, March 21, 2004


So I'm lying in bed just now, listening to the radio and trying to fall asleep. The boyfriend's conked out. I'm tuned into "Coast to Coast" which we've listened to for years. I hear this (sounds young) guy call in to say his name is Brent and he used to live in my hometown (in very Northern California). He mentions how there have been a lot of Bigfoot sightings in that area and proceeds to tell a story about him and his five buddies out in the woods late one night playing paintball. They had split up into teams of three. He and his two teammates hear a lot of thrashing sounds in the bushes so they give chase thinking it's the other team. They run about 100 to 150 yards and come to a clearing...and there's an 8 or 9 foot tall Bigfoot standing 20 or 30 feet in front of them. One guy immediately takes off, back the way they came. The caller said he was pretty winded from running all that way, so he's just standing there staring at it...and the other guy shoots it.

Somehow it tickled me to think of a paintball-splattered Bigfoot roaming my county. That is, unless we happen to cross paths with him next time we're camping there.


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