All right, let me see if I can remember how to do this.

I've been busy so long.

So it's been gone so long, but I'm back and I hope people are still around to listen.

Let's jump into Mark's story here. He's from Southern California and here's

what he writes. You recently said that you didn't know if there were Bigfoot in Southern California.

Well, I can assure you that there are, and they have been there for a long time.

In fact, one of the very first Bigfoot encounters I heard online was around 17 years ago and it came from a former marine

stationed at Camp Pendleton Marine Base. My ranch was nine miles up the canyon

from the back of the base.

Bigfoot stripped my fruit trees every spring.

It scared my big dogs into their beds and they silenced the millions of frogs and

Duluth Creek nightly and roam the canyons around

Falbrooke, uh, Tim, Timuk, Timicula Vista, I'm sorry if I didn't pronounce that right, and I went to the border of Mexico.

Los Mastros de la Fonterra, the monsters of the border, are no joke to the Mexican people crossing the border

illegally in Southern California. A route they used to take through the back of

Diddlous had so many people disappear, it isn't used anymore.

Sheriff's Rangers and Border Patrol agents and ranchers all have stories to tell if you're

among the trusted to keep your mouth shut.

I too have had encounters. One scared me so bad that my bones

turn to ice. At night I would sit on my back patio with my two 80-pound all-business ranch dogs and smoke a cigar have a beer and watch the

stars. This was how I relaxed after running my business all day.

The frogs in the creek would shut up around 11 PM.

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