This is an email from a woman named Shelley. She's from the Pacific Northwest and this is a really

interesting kind of violent story. It's pretty scary. She begins the email. She tells me she's a 70

year old retired nurse. She's a 27 year veteran of the Navy and the Army. She was in from 1967 to 1994.

She's been to Japan and Saudi Arabia. She deals with veterans who suffer from PTSD.

She's also a disabled combat veteran due to exposures to environmental contaminants in the area

that her unit was in in 1991. I guess then that was Kuwait. But here's what she writes.

I grew up in Oregon and frequently went hunting and fishing with my father every year

since I could hold a fishing pole or legally hunt with him. I guess you might say that I knew

most of the animals that are normally found in the area near where I lived and hunted.

During these expeditions into the wilds, I've never seen, heard or smelled anything that might be

evidence of a Sasquatch that lived in the areas where we hunted. I've also been skeptical

that such a creature existed even after the Patterson film was released.

While I was on active duty, I came home on leave for hunting season which occurs around my

dad and my own birthday every year. The last hunting seasons that I went with my father before

he could no longer hunt. This last hunt trip was near the area where my encounter would occur.

We've seen bears and big cats and elk and deer in that area.

I have three cats and I've always kept three since I left active duty. My cats age and pass on and

I take them and bury them in the same area that all of our pets have been buried over the years.

Since there are bears in the area of our little pet cemetery, I carry a sidearm when I'm up there.

I also remain alert to the sounds around me because of bear and big cats.

My big time cat, I'm going to try to pronounce this name, Chattanyager.

Chattanyager. It's a German name. I'd spell it for you but just suffice it to say Chattanyager.

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