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Its true Bigfoot exists and here is the proof.

This spring I was camping in the back country of northern California, the sun had gone down and I was sitting next to my camp fire enjoying the great outdoors. Watching the fire turn from a roaring blaze, into red and orange glowing embers; I decided that I would call it a night. Just then rumbles in the brush not far from where I was. I figured that it was some small animal, perhaps a curious raccoon interested in the smell of my campfire cooking, and paid no attention to the sounds of the forest as I tucked myself into my sleeping bag for another night of sleeping out under the stars. Just as a start to doze off I am swept up into the arms of none other than the Bigfoot. He runs through the forest holding me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, jumping over logs, running through streams, all in the darkness of the night, lit only by the glow of the moon. Finally after what seemed like 30 minutes of me being lugged around on the once mythical beast he takes me into his layer.

He puts me down gently, I was a bit frightened but not scared. I look around his cave home and notice pictures on the wall, some pictures of humans, some pictures of other Bigfoots, a picture of an abominable snowman, and a unicorn. The Bigfoot went into a different part of his layer out of view from my eyes as I stare at the walls intrigued by the decor of the creature. He comes back holding a tray and asks me if I would like a cup of tea. “why of course” I say, thinking to myself wow its not everyday that a Bigfoot offers you tea. We sit and talk for a while about the forest, about his kind, and about my kind. He tells me that all of the pictures on his walls are friends of his; people and creatures that he has known for a long time.

After a while of talking to him, and several cups of tea later, I finally ask him why did he swoop me up like he did? He told me its because he needs a hair cut, that he just can not reach the hair on his back to get a nice trim, and that none of his forest friends can hold scissors, so that if I would, could I trim his back hair for him. I took the scissors in hand and went to work. The hair cut took hours considering that there is a lot of hair on the back of a Bigfoot. After I finish he tells me that he will take me back to my campsite so that I could go about enjoying the forest. Just as he is about the toss me on his back I ask if I can have some of his hair so that I share with the world my Bigfoot encounter. He looks at me and then looks at the pile of back hair on the floor, thinks for a while deciding that I could have the hair as long as I shared it with all the great people on Etsy.




Details:

Hair sample obtained with permission from Bigfoot in Northern California.

One glass jar filled with 100% authentic Bigfoot hair.

Jar is just under 3 inches tall by 2 inches wide.

Tag on jar says

“100% authentic Bigfoot hair ”


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Overview

  • Handmade item
  • Materials: Bigfoot Hair, hair, jar, glass
  • Ships worldwide from United States
  • Feedback: 7 reviews
  • Favorited by: 10 people