This is not my story but my wife's.

English is a second language for her and I've decided to send you this story on her behalf. You have our

permission to share it on the air should you choose. I've never had a Sasquatch

encounter myself for many many reasons I maintain full mental conviction

that they most definitely exist within our world. My wife is Filipina and came to the United States from the Philippine islands at the age of 26 in 1992.

Her paternal grandfather was a provincial legal magistrate near Cebu.

Oftentimes he would be compensated for his legal services in the form of rural property.

Over a career of 40 years he became a very large landowner.

When she was growing up her parents as well as most of her many aunts and uncles were rural farmers,

operating small to medium-sized farms on deeply rural, sparsely populated property.

As a child, it was normal for my wife to visit her various aunts and uncles on these farms, sometimes

just to visit and sometimes to help with some of the work.

Once at the age of 10 in 1976, when visiting a favorite uncle who lived deep in the

Philippine jungle, she had a Bigfoot encounter. It took place close to dusk between 7 and 8 p.m.

Her uncle lived in a decent size fairly nice home built out of a well-constructed Napa Hut.

One evening after dinner, she went out to the side porch to sit and relax in the cool evening

air while he enjoyed a cigarette. My wife was sitting inside, but she got bored, so she went out to the porch to sit with him.

As soon as she got outside, she noticed a foul odor similar to a skunk, but much worse. Being a loud-mouth

obnoxious little kid, she harshly complained about the horrible smell. Her uncle sternly asked her to lower her voice,

and then pointed over to a tree about 50 yards away.

High up in this tree she saw an enormous,

oranges brown hairy man, sitting recumbent with his back

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