It was March 3, 2004.  I was out hunting squirrel and rabbit deep in the woods behind my family friend’s house.  I had been hunting for nearly two and a half hours without seeing even one animal.  I was very deep into the forest when finally, I managed to find a rabbit and I took aim.  Just before I shot, I saw a manlike figure out of the corner of my eye, so I lowered my weapon.  Apparently, the rabbit also saw the figure, and ran away.  I turned towards this shady figure only to become shocked at what I saw.  Standing fifteen, nay, ten feet away was an abomination.  It was neither man, nor beast, manlike but covered with fur, not raggedy fur however, for it seemed very clean and well taken care of, aside from the mange.  My first thought was that I was looking right at a sasquatch, but no!  I knew better, for my good Uncle Frisbie had many a time told me the tale of the big little Manquatch with the third poe, a beast with the cunning and guile of a man, yet the brute force and stealthing capabilities of a sasquatch.  Yes indeed, this was a manquatch in the flesh.
            For what seemed like an eternity we stared at each other, man and quatch locking eyes together, studying the differences between us.  Then, most likely as a peace offering, the Manquatch offered me his hand.  Looking back on the situation it seems obvious that the quatch simply wanted to shake my hand and get to know me, but at the time I took it as his way of telling me that he wanted my flesh.  I quickly raised my gun and shot, hitting him dead in the chest with my 12-gauge slug, but it did not phase him!  He reared back and let out a great bellow that still haunts my dreams to this day, and began to charge towards me.  Quickly, I threw my gun at his legs, tripping him and shattering my gun, then I turned and ran for my life.
            The Manquatch leaped to his feet and gave chase.  I was running as fast as I could, weaving in between the vast trees of the forest, but the Manquatch was far greater then I in his running abilities.  Each bounding step easily cleared twelve feet, and as illogical as it may seem, I swear even the trees would attempt to move out of his destructive path.  He was upon me before I knew it, his hot, panting breath beating down on the back of my neck.  Suddenly, I felt his great hands slam down firmly onto my shoulders, and he lifted and threw me against a nearby tree that stood thirty feet away.
            I knew then that this would be my end.  I was broken and bloodied, soon to be finished off by the Manquatch.  He had stopped running, and began to walk towards me.  I tried to turn and run once more but unfortunately, the tree he threw me against had broken my left leg.  The Manquatch was now standing not two feet away from me, and as he raised his strong, quatchy, mange filled arm to slay me where I sat, darkness filled my heart.  But then, time seemed to slow.  A blin****, *********ght emerged from behind th*****************mehow I knew that this ***********his was *******His presence struck m*******nd deep within my *****eel the *******ssessed.
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