My name is Danny and I've been a Bigfoot enthusiast since I was a teenager when I saw the

Patterson Gimlin film. I'm now 69 years old and still just as enthusiastic.

My first encounter was from my father. I never thought he would admit to seeing a Bigfoot because he always said there was a reasonable explanation for things that you think you see.

One day when the subject to Bigfoot came up, I expected to hear him say that he didn't believe in them.

He then shared a story of something that happened to him,

either before he left for World War II or after he came home.

He was at home on my grandfather's farm.

A large field out in front of the house had been plowed and worked up ready to plant.

That field and pasture was separated by a creek

that ran between them. Part of the pasture was also woodland and hills. He was on his way to the pasture,

and as he crossed the yard, he heard a loud roar and then a scream as if something had attacked a woman.

He wondered what it was and began to walk the path to the creek to get a better look at the

area of the field.

The entire field was now in view and he saw a big black thing that looked like a man crossing.

It walked to the fence line at the edge of the field and stepped over the fence like it was stepping over a doorway threshold.

It then had to step over the bank to the creek and cross over it and then up the bank to the other side.

He said he watched it cross the pasture and walked into the woods.

I was surprised that he even admitted to all this.

This is my first encounter as a teenager.

I grew up on a small 40-acre farm that sat between two hills, otherwise known as a holler.

My home was at the lower part of the farm, and in the narrow part between the hills

Dad had built a pond for fishing.

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