Bigfoot Across America

Book excerpt: A TRUCKER IN FLORIDA GETS PICKED UP BY BIGFOOT: I saw this thing come up to the door of the cab. This thing was tall, covered with darkish hair. It stuck its face right into the cab. When the thing leaned in, its body brushed against my feet. That's how close we were. These two huge hands grabbed my legs. I was dragged out of the truck. The thing just tucked me under one of his arms like I was a rag doll. My head was pushed down into that fur, and I almost gagged from the stench. With me under his arm, he walked around to the front of the truck. He moved in front of the lights and looked at me. It was as if he was inspecting me and deciding whether to keep me or throw me away. I knew I was in bad trouble if he dragged me off. I didn't know what he wanted with me. I just knew I wanted out of there. (from Chapter 4)