I'm now 63 and I live in Central British Columbia, Canada.

When I was 15 I lived in Toronto, Ontario.

I attended the Canadian National Exhibition.

They had an exhibit of what I later learned was the Minnesota Ice Man.

It was frozen in a freezer.

The face in partial front was exposed.

Signs were everywhere for me not to touch.

Do Not Touch was everywhere.

I was a rebellious teen and I ignored the signs and

touched it anyway. Immediately the hair went up on the back of my neck. It felt like semi-frozen

meat, like a roast. I knew it was not latex or rubber. This started my interest in Bigfoot, and after much reading, I had a good knowledge of the subject.

That was all back in the mid-1970s.

In the year 2000, I was a prospector, and my interest at the time was searching for the lost

lemon mine. I met an aging prospector

from Crow's Nest Pass who had a sample of ore with silver in it. He directed me to a valley

on the border of Alberta and British Columbia, and with my father-in-law we made the trip into the

valley.

We made camp the first night and continued the next day into a bowl, high up into the

crest of the Rockies.

I climbed further with the sample in my hand while my father-in-law waited in the bowl below.

Upon reaching near the crest of the mountains, there was a huge

cave. The opening was 12 foot by 30 foot wide at least. This place took my breath away. I was in

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