I always remember the account one of the hunting mags had several years ago. Deer hunter in N. California parked his truck for a moment (I think to get rid of an earlier cup of coffee if I remember correctly). Looking out over the terrain he spotted movement, . . . and got real excited when he saw it was a sasquatch.
He grabbed his scoped rifle, . . . and eased down into the brush to get a shot. When he put his scope on it, . . . turned out to be a her, . . . she was breast feeding her infant, . . . stroking its face just like a human mother. He said there wasn't enough money in the world would have got him to shoot her.
Thought it was neat, . . . wish all felt that way about them.
May God bless,
Dwight