Alright, another short video. Thank you all for clicking on the video. Let's just get

right into it. Here we go. This first email is from Terry. Here's what she writes. When

I was in the ninth grade, my mother told me the story of an incident that occurred when

she was a young girl. At the time of the incident, my mother, her siblings and my grandmother

were living with one of my mother's aunts, I believe, near Noble Arkansas. I'm guessing

this incident would have occurred in the early to mid-1930s as my mother was born in 1923.

They resided near a wooded area where my mom's uncle hunted regularly. She said her uncle

had set out one moonlit night to cone hunt with his dog and later came running back inside

the house, breathless, telling them a horrifying experience that had just happened to him. He

said at one point while he was out his dog suddenly stopped and was looking upwards towards

a large tree branch that stretched across the path above them. When my uncle looked

up there on a branch that a very large man covered in long dark hair looking angry

down at him. Terrified, he turned a run and he didn't stop running until he reached

the safety of the house. She recalled how frantic he was and kept looking out the windows

to make sure the man hadn't followed him home. She also recalled that a few weeks later

her uncle's hair began to turn white. She supposed from the stress and fear he had experienced

and continued to experience. For as long as they continued to live there she never witnessed

him going out to hunt again, even during the day. The dog also seemed to stay closer

to the house. My mother's memory of this was elicited as a response to me coming home

from school to tell her that our ninth grade science teacher had played the clip of the

famous Patterson Gimlin Bigfoot film for our class that day. I have had a personal

experience with what I imagine could only have been a bigfoot many years later. It was

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