A Bigfoot's howl is multidimensional: a deep and undulating whoop that starts low and ends in a high, feral squeal or resolves completely, like a siren. The first time I unleashed one, while crouching on a bluff overlooking the eastern bank of the Apalachicola River, Matt Moneymaker — who, moments earlier, had loosed a robust, commanding shriek that echoed cleanly through the valley — responded with a hearty guffaw.
“I have a cold,” I mumbled by way of an excuse. It was nearly 2 a.m., and we were huddled in the dark in Torreya State Park near Bristol, on the Florida Panhandle. My craggy, toadlike holler did not yield a response. Read more
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." William Shakespeare
Monday, April 23, 2012
Hunting Bigfoot in Florida
Amanda Petrusich describes her Bigfoot hunting expedition in the Florida Panhandle with the Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization.
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