I WON’T BORE you, dear reader(s), with the petty details of my ill-fated, underfunded hunt for Bigfoot that’s led to so much trouble.

I could have simply ignored the invasion of these large hairy hominids that have haunted this land since the beginning, but no. In almost no time, the word got out, and a crack team of big-shot Bigfoot hunters took over the lodge.

They gathered around my compost pit that had drawn the creatures into the study area.

This could be the largest open-pit compost pit in the county, but that’s another column.

The crack team of experts measured and collected physical samples of dung and hair, which they preserved in, of all things, alcohol.

As dusk descended in the deep dark woods, the scary sounds began. There was the chest beating, the inhumane shrieking and

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