Nope, guys, I didn’t see a Bigfoot. The story is called “Bigbutt” or something close, and darned if I recall which book it was in. Walking out in late dusk after an evening elk hunt one night years ago I definitely saw something in silhouette, close, and walking toward me, and have always thought it was a bear walking upright, which they do at times, though there were features about it that didn’t seem bear-like. Never determined what it was, but never for a moment thought or claimed it was Bigfoot though some readers really wanted to bend it that way. That’s the way humans are wired up, it seems, to bend things that have zero logical or physical proof to fit our hopes, or at least what we think we hope. No superstition in this old boy. But it was an exciting encounter, an intriguing mystery, and I hope a good story.
