Okay, this is a good email. It's kind of a long story, but it's good.

Their writer says my Bigfoot encounter happened on Saturday night July 24th, 2016 on the

edge of Yosemite National Park Wilderness Camping Area.

Be careful when camping in California. A Bigfoot's are there, even though California Rangers

say, no, it must have been a bear.

Trust me, it was no bear, and that's a fact.

My name is Steve, and I'm 59 years old. I've lived in the golden state of California

my whole life. I have always hunted since I was young, and I lived in the city at the

same time. My family had connections to the Central Valley of California, and dad like

hunting ducks and pheasants mostly. So that's how a city boy in California turned out to

be an outdoor guy who ends up owning an outfitting business and often Wyoming while living

in Silicon Valley in the early days, and I'm still here, unfortunately.

Six years ago, while working on my home, I had a bad head trauma accident, and I ended

up in the ICU for six weeks. Before they accident, I had an active life with little time to

do much, but what was it hand?

So now I find myself house ridden for two years with nothing to do, but lay on my bed for

hours having nightmares about scary thoughts.

Due to the accident, I have bad PTSD. I get up every night between 130 and 330, needing

something to keep my mind busy from negative thoughts or other things that I can't remember

or pronounce. Each night I get on my iPad searching for bigfoot, and my mind would be

safe for hours.

During the long hours of reading and watching every video I could find, I started to learn

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