A Bigfoot's howl is multidimensional: a deep and undulating whoop that starts low and ends in a high, feral squeal or resolves completely, like a siren. The first time I unleashed one, while crouching on a bluff overlooking the eastern bank of the Apalachicola River, Matt Moneymaker — who, moments earlier, had loosed a robust, commanding shriek that echoed cleanly through the valley — responded with a hearty guffaw.
“I have a cold,” I mumbled by way of an excuse. It was nearly 2 a.m., and we were huddled in the dark in Torreya State Park near Bristol, on the Florida Panhandle. My craggy, toadlike holler did not yield a response. Read more
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Hunting Bigfoot in Florida
type='html'>Amanda Petrusich describes her Bigfoot hunting expedition in the Florida Panhandle with the Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization.
