In the late 90s, I found myself working as an electrical contractor at a nearby chemical plant.

The men I worked with there were older and not filled with as much nonsense as me, and this led to a lot of fun-filled debate in the break room. For example, one of our

biggest debates was about who was the greatest athlete of modern times. Partly tongue and cheek,

I asserted that it was evil-kneville, based on the fact that he put all of it on the line to score,

and that if he missed his goal, there was no steak or hot tub

waiting, but rather a visit to the hospital or even to the morgue. After a lot of debate and

ribbing, the subject turned to Bigfoot. One of the older men said, yeah, I guess you believe in

Bigfoot too, don't you? To which I replied, yes,

I believe there's a possibility that Bigfoot does exist. I wouldn't rule them out.

Again, these men being hardened and level-headed hunters and fishermen, they laughed and made

some more smart remarks. It was all in good fun and none of us really took it seriously.

Our silly breakroom banter was just our way of blowing off steam and forgetting for a few minutes the hard labor and the intensely dangerous work conditions that we faced every day.

That day, my work partner, Remo, asked me, do you really think Bigfoot could be real?

And I replied, to be honest, I hope it is.

One thing is for sure.

When I get to heaven, I'll find out.

Rimo then said, if I tell you something, will you not mention it to the other guys?

I said, of course, knowing he was about to

tell me something that he trusted me with. And so Remo began to tell me his story. Three years ago,

I went deer hunting. I have a regular spot that I go to where I have a tree stand set up,

and there are plenty of natural

attractors for deer. I kill a deer almost every time I go there. I had been there the weekend

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