Steven Gator
Florida, 1972
Sasquatch encounters come in all levels. I know even the little ones matter and that’s just what these were, I think they were siblings. Maybe one gestation apart I don’t know if they were male or female, but they were only about three and a half feet tall. What sucked is, I was with some older boys and no matter what I said they didn’t pay attention to me cuz I was a tag along. By the time they finally looked the f****** had jumped down, but everybody could hear them running. They called me a liar and said they were armadillos, which was the easiest answer because we had thousands of them little tanks running around!
Even at 13 years old I had better than 20/20 Vision And I know damn well what I seen and I have a photographic memory. I can close my eyes and replay the video in my head. I used to think everybody had this ability, but I recently found out that it is a gift and I am surely blessed to have it. I can take a look at my grandma whenever I want; I just got to close my eyes! It’s really a blessing!
These little guys were so black they were emulating flashes of indigo blue. Very sleek and looked clean as they ran west towards the intercostals saltwater river. I think this is where they used to get a lot of their shellfish and other sea creatures to eat cuz I seen prints in the gray saltwater mud. They were one foot deep so you really can’t see the footprint just the hole and it would be under one foot of salt water but I knew that they were Bigfoot tracks. What the hell else could they be? They were huge and twice the size of our sneakers which Converse (which was like wearing Nikes back in those days! When they got old we turned them into bogging shoes that’s what we called shoes that we would go fish the intercostals with. They had to be torn up or parents would whoop our little asses! We only got one pair of shoes and one pair of shower shoes per year and half the year I would wear flip-flops to school, and we weren’t poor.
Never seen anything else after that, but heard them mimic peacocks and owls and there weren’t even any owls in that part of our jungle/woods. I remember as a pre teenager laying in my bed hearing them call to each other in awkward peacock sounds it was only about 200 yards from where my house was. That entire area was untamed and they brought in bulldozers and plowed most of the trees down to build a subdivision… and left all the wildlife behind homeless!