Is Bigfoot real?

real? That's a question I found myself asking a lot, especially after the series finding

Bigfoot started on animal Planet. The eyewitness accounts on that show were

compelling but the lack of irrefutable evidence was frustrating. I figured I

would have to see one for myself before I could believe, but it didn't stop me from asking myself that question whenever I had a spare minute to think about it.

I was surprised by the answer I got.

It was November 12, 2015, the day before Friday the 13th, and two days before my niece's wedding on the 14th.

I wasn't going to the wedding. I was out of town and I couldn't get the time off from work.

So I decided to take a day trip to a semi-abandoned farm outside of Steelville, Missouri, where I had my camper parked.

It was the time of year to winterize it, and I brought my buddy Mike along with me.

Mike is mentally challenged, but he was a good helper and generally a no-nonsense kind of guy.

The farm was up the hill from a Christian summer camp that we had built. The camp was closed for the season but I used a

camper when it was in session. The farmer who owned the land allowed me to park there year round.

Aside from my camper, there were several sheds and lean twos for animals and stalls for horses and I used to feed them back there when they were occupied.

Back then I could plug into the electricity and draw water from a pump in the yard, but now that was vacant and I could do neither.

For that reason I brought a small generator with me so I could power the lights in the RV, run the air compressor that I would use to blow out the waterline so that they wouldn't freeze over.

The grass had grown up quite a bit since I was

there last. It was five feet high in places. And behind the camper was a barbed wire

fence. Beyond that, it dropped off to a wooded ravine.

We got to work right away.

I blew out the lines and added RV anti-freeze where needed.

The last thing I needed to do before it got too dark and we had to go home was to put

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