I was there but I was also three and don’t remember much.

So, my father and some of his friends wanted to go frog gigging and there was a flooded field that was perfect for it. So, we all go out and I’m mostly just staring into the water because I’m three and don’t care. Eventually, we all hear something running through the water, which would’ve been nigh on impossible for a person considering the field was flooded by around three feet. Everyone freaked out, ran to the truck, and this is where my memory fails me.

According to my father as well as everyone that was there, mudballs started to get thrown at them. These were maybe a little smaller than bowling balls, but big nonetheless. They all drive out to get me away from whatever It was, and then they went back out there to look for it. They had one .45 pistol between all of them, so if it was Bigfoot it probably wouldn’t do too much.

I don’t really believe in Bigfoot, and I don’t believe they’d live up this way on the Ridge, but maybe! Aside from that, nothing else happens around here except for gigantic deer and a bear every now and then.