A listener writes “I write to you very hesitantly. I am being encouraged by a friend of mine to share my story with you. I’m very active in my community and have children that are very active also so I’m very leary in fear I may be labeled a crazy.
However, (1993 I think) a friend of mine and myself were on an evening drive down a river road looking to see if we couldn’t see a buck. It was about the time of the fall that the bucks should be sheading their velvet so we were hoping to see a few in order to know if they had shed or not.
Long story short we witnessed, what we can only think was a sasquatch, kill a buck whitetail deer.”
