Tall Tales and Western Cowboy Stories
written by...... R. V. Jahns
"Bigfoot" Let me tell you about the first and only time I ever saw Bigfoot. Now, if
you're expecting a story about how I was deep in the woods of the Pacific Northwest and Bigfoot came crashing into my camp in the middle of the night you may as well stop reading now .... for that isn't the way it was. It was back in 1961 and I was working for a livestock buyer. Max would give me a half dozen or so signed blank checks and send me off in the truck to buy whatever livestock he had orders for. This particular time I had driven all day and much of the night and ended up at the Reno, Nevada stockyards about 2 in the a.m. This was a place where I often dropped off - and picked up livestock. I unloaded the horses, threw them some hay and headed for the office where I knew there was a nice soft couch I'd slept on a number of times before. Needless to say I had a key to the place. I set my alarm clock to go off at 4 a.m. as I wanted to get a early start the next day and being young I figured a couple hours sleep is enough for any healthy human being. Besides, I had it all worked out in my mind that if things worked out just right I could spend an extra day with my little bride of little over a year and our son .. So with these plans and expectations I rolled off the couch when the alarm sounded it's god- orsaken racket, made and drank a pot of coffee, loaded the horses I'd unloaded a couple hours before and headed north. I finally made it to John Day, Oregon about midnight with a truck load of horses. I knew that home and my little bride and son were only a few hours away. I was really tired having gotten only 2 hours of rest the night before and having been on the go for some 20 hours, but I was sure with a little perseverance and the thermos of coffee I could make it alright. Back in the early 60s the highway over the Ochoco Mountains wasn't anything like it is today. The old truck with it's load of horses was crawling up this hill, going a little faster down that one, around this curve to the right, around the next curve to the left, up another hill you get the picture. I was making very good time. Somewhere around 2 :30 or 3 a.m. I climbed this one hill and crested the top and my headlights shinned back down on the road, there Mr. Bigfoot was standing beside the road bending one of those road markers back and forth. He was probably over 6 foot tall and muscular as could be. One thing was very different though because instead of being real dark brown or black, he was gray. Just as he turned his head and looked at me the truck stated to miss and I looked down for a moment to switch gas tanks and when I looked up again Bigfoot was gone, but I noticed the hair on the back of my neck was standing on end and there was a cold chill down my back. I had no problem staying awake the rest of the way to Redmond and into the arms of my little bride. Now you may question the existence of Bigfoot, but I saw him just as plainly as I can see you........................ Well, obviously I can't see you, but you know what I mean. the end. ....written by R.V. Jahns.....
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