TODAY IN BIGFOOT HISTORY! 13 year old Stanka Drazenovich is fishing at the beaver damn with his two coon hounds. He had packed his father’s lunch pail with a cheese sandwich, some saltine table crackers, and an apple he picked from the Babner’s apple tree.
Right in the middle of his cheese sandwich, his two coon hounds, start barking at and lunging at the bushes on the other side of the river. The dogs started to swim toward the other shore. Stanka calls at them to come back, but they continue yelping and swimming across the muddy river.
Stanka can not see what the dogs are so fixated upon. But it is then, while sitting on the beaver damn, minding his own business, eating a cheese sandwich with his fishing line in the river, a dark and hairy man – much like the Indians in his pulp western novels – this tall and vascular man shrieks at them.
The dogs turn around, hightailing it back toward Stanka, who, himself is so frightened, drops his fishing pole into the water and leaves his father’s lunch pail, to run all the way home.
At some point while running through the woods, Stanka’s two coon hounds surpass him. Frightening him all the more.