I would certainly hope not. Apparently she opted to forego the initial site survey which would have likely indicated that there were coverage problems with her service. Although she does now have a 13 year old son who is 9 feet tall.

Yeah I'm not sure where this account came from, but many years ago I recall reading the description of an encounter in a book...Something along the lines of a woman in a cabin in the woods was asleep in bed. At some point later in the night, her husband came home and got into bed with her. In the morning she received a call from her husband saying he was not able to make it home until the next day. To her horror, she looked beside her in the bed only to find dark, long hairs next to her.

The thread on the Bigfoot Chainsaw Massacre got me to thinking, what is your favorite reaction to an encounter that you have read in a report? I think that chasing the big guy with a chainsaw is priceless. However, I think I can relate better to those who pull the covers over their heads and wait until morning... :ohmy:

i like the zoobie story (here chickie chickie) the best.

oh yeah, and the one where the boar hunter watched one nab a full grown boar and beat it to death, then toss it over his shoulder and walk off.

oh yeah, and the one where the hunter in the tree stand (?) gets stalked by one

oh yeah, and the one where the dude makes out with one in his jeep :new_tiredsmiley:

Maybe it was this guy.

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well, i get a few reports like that too, in fact i have experienced being paralled like that. about 25 years ago, i worked seismograph, and we were in north west louisiana. another girl and i were to clean up surveying flagging and cover shot holes for 2 miles through some pretty woodsy, some areas were swampy territory. we came to a private lake area, that had some folks staying in a cabin, the guy came out with a gun, thinkin maybe we escaped from a mental institution, because we forgot the garbage bags and had flagging of many colors tied on us. well, we explained what we were doing, and we carried on through the woods. we got a ways away from the cabin, and we both started hearing, snaps and steps. we thought maybe the guy at the cabin was following us, but as the brush got thicker, and the ground was mushy, and we had to follow a machete chopped trail, we were wondering how the heck he could be so quiet, without tripping and breaking more brush. we continued on, only armed with a hoe and shovel for covering the shot holes, still being followed. we finally came to a clearing on higher ground, to rest for a while, we were both a little freaked out, and saying well maybe the boss is watching us etc. well, we decided to keep going, or w would have to be there in the dark, and we had no idea how much further we had to go. we went into another patch of woods, with a trail chopped through it for the crew, the brush was a whole lot thicker and taller, and we were being followed again but seemed to be closer. we decided to go at a faster pace, because we kept hearing something breathing heavy, then we heard the horn of the truck honking for us, so we knew we were close, we basically said f##k the flagging, and started running. we got in veiw of the truck and the driver, he seemed to turn whaite as a ghost, and he was a dark skinned hispanic, and he yelled for us to run as fast as we could and don't look back, and i was behind, and it felt as though something was breathing down my neck, but i continued on, we both jumped the fence, thank goodness it was laid down some and only about 2 and a half foot high, the truck driver started up the truck and revved it and laid on the horn, and as we got in the truck, something big and tall was running back into the woods on 2 legs, and had brownish colord hair on it, we approximated it to be around 8 ft tall. we worked in that area for another 2 weeks, but i stuck close to the rest of the crew like glue, and i never did volunteer to clean up lines again, i was about 19 back then, and i wish i knew then what i know now. :willies: :willies: