Here's an email from Joe, this is a pretty good one, it's about Bigfoot.

Back in the 1980s when my uncle was living in Davey, Florida, he was driving to my aunt's

house one evening for a family get together. It was nearing dusk and at the time there were

parts of Davey that were still undeveloped though city planners had already established

traffic lights on the outskirts ahead of the urban sprawl that was advancing toward the

outlying pastures and wooded areas that framed the town. My uncle was stopped at one such

intersection. When in the distance he thought he saw a creature covered with brown cinnamon

colored hair stroll across the road. It was walking upright like a man. Its gate was

enormous and it seemed to cross the road in two strides. From my uncle's vantage point

he estimated it to be eight feet tall with wide shoulders and lengthy arms resembling

a gorilla. It had some sort of animal carcass slung over its shoulder. The creature

strode over a five foot tall barbed wire fence that separated the pasture from the road

and cleared it effortlessly. That's a hard word for me to say.

Effortlessly. It stopped briefly to lock eyes with my uncle, staring him down as if to

establish its dominance. It let out a roar that my uncle felt in his chest like the

low rumble of a stereo speaker blasting from a passing car. The creature turned and

disappeared into the woods. When my uncle arrived at the get-together he pushed past us toward

the bathroom where we could hear the muffled sounds of him throwing up. I only heard the

story in bits and pieces. I was a boy at the time and the family felt the details of my

uncle's experience might be too graphic for young ears. They sent me off to a spare bedroom.

I quickly found an astray and cupped it to the closed door so I could eavesdrop on their

conversation. It was obvious to me that my uncle had seen something, but the members of the

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