I live on a short one-mile-long road in the dairy township of Westmoreland County, Pennsylvania.

My house sits at the halfway point of the road with a few other neighbors dotted here and there along the way.

My backyard butts up to a large pond in an

open field, and to my chagrin, I have recently discovered that this part of Pennsylvania is

pretty much Sasquite Central. I might never have bothered to learn this small bit of trivia

if not for what had happened to me on Sunday, May the 9th,

2022. At 1 p.m. that day, I took my dogs for a walk. I opted to walk down the end of the road

where a retired federal government employee lives. That he values his privacy as evident, and the no trespassing signs posted, and the fact that

his property is gated, I usually stop at the gate and turn around when I choose to walk the

dogs in that direction.

I had walked past another home on the opposite side of the road when I saw what I thought was my neighbor,

walked from the corner of his yard and on to the driveway.

At the same time, both of my dogs began to react strangely.

They dropped their tails and began to whine and whimper as they backed away.

I stared in amazement as what I had first taken for a human being

crossing the driveway in two strides. Realization began to set in, this was not my neighbor. This was not a

human being. This was something seven and a half to eight feet tall, and it was covered in long, matted, dark brown and black hair, and it was only 15 feet away from me.

It never looked at me or in my direction, and there was no accurate smell that so many have talked about, nor did it make any sounds.

It simply crossed the driveway, which was about two feet

wider than a car, and then it went up a slight embankment and disappeared into the woods.

At this point, I still didn't realize, or perhaps I hadn't accepted the reality, that I had

seen a Bigfoot. I was surprised and rattled and in denial.

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