I collect local stories. When I meet new people in the surrounding areas, I ask if they’ve had weird experiences in the woods. I was buying some poultry from a man in Silverpoint. When you see strange things, people think you’re crazy. So a lot of people don’t get to tell their stories. The surprised way his face lit up when I asked, I’ll always remember. I could tell he didn’t get to tell his stories to many people. His neighbor was losing pigs, so they decide to stake out what was taking them. They shot a big cat, but it wasn’t a cougar or bobcat. It was colored like a bobcat and had Sabre teeth. It was big, at least large cougar sized. Supposedly the neighbor kept the skull, but that was long ago. Obviously it would be bad to kill an extinct species, so they aren’t gonna talk about it. A common phrase around here is “shoot, shovel, shut up”. Now for the other story. When he was a kid, he and his family went hunting in a holler. They saw a young Bigfoot at a distance.