Bigfoot and the UFO Connection

Editor’s Note: This is a guest post by Tom Fonner. He has been exploring the backcountry of Arizona for over 30 years. He enjoys the solitude and peace of the outdoors with a passion for wildlife, nature, and landscape photography, tracking, hiking, camping, and fishing. You can visit his blog at swbri.blogspot.com.

This is a follow up article to the last one written for fun. Again nothing serious.

I returned to that secluded spot in the mountains in hope of seeing the three Bigfoot critters again. I set up camp in the northwestern part of this pine filled valley. There was a small clearing filled with stumps and lush green grass surrounded by trees and dense brush. I packed an extra ice chest in the truck with plenty of beer and a large sack of burritos even with the doubt that the experience would happen again.

The day faded and sun dropped behind a distant mountain peak slowly bringing on a light show of stars that streamed across the heavens. Looking at the night sky without the glow of the city lights is nothing short of mesmerizing. After a few beers, I caught a glimpse of a small bluish light darting into view just over the tree line. It remained motionless for a few minutes then it slowly drifted towards me until I could make out its distinct features. It had a triangle shape with an outer skin that was dark but yet glowed in a faint light. When it reached the clearing, it slowly descended an hovered just a couple of feet above the ground.

My thoughts were now racing and my heart pounding. I came to see Bigfoot and instead ET shows up. Fascinated by the moment I just sat, stared, and waited to see what would happen next. This thing was quiet and it didn't move. A few minutes later there was a small humming sound followed by a glowing light and a small ramp extending out from the lower front of the craft. The three Bigfoot critters walked down the ramp and continued slowly towards my camp. At this point I thought I was headed for a serious butt whoopin'. There were no voices like before, and they must be thinking about the discomfort from their previous beer hangovers. Right behind them came two little skinny gray dudes with big heads. Now I'm thinking...oh shit, I'm screwed!

The three Bigfoot critters walked into camp. Two sat down on the ground but one started sniffing the top of the ice chests. Still there were no voices and those skinny little gray guys stayed at a distance outside of camp. I slowly walked to the one by the ice chest and lifted the lid for him. It grabbed several beers and shared them with the others. Again, like a bunch of stupid dogs, they sniffed the cans until I opened each. Apparently there were no hard feelings from before and they drank without conversation. After they finished, two of them walked to the truck and picked up the ice chests full of beer. The other one just stood up and looked at me with a strangely confused look on its face. I thought for a moment then grabbed the sack of burritos from the truck and handed it to him. They all seemed satisfied and preceded to follow the little gray guys back to the intergalactic taxi.

There had been no conversation and they disappeared into the ship. This thing just sat there and it didn't move for over an hour. Finally it began to rise then suddenly tilted and drifted into a group of tall pines with a thud. It sat there for a moment then drifted back towards the center of the clearing while tilting and bouncing one end off the ground beneath it. The ship seemed to regain some control and began to rise to the top of the tree line swaying back and forth as it slowed to a stop. It remained there for a moment then fell quickly to ground with a thump. The ramp opened and the three Bigfoot critters came tumbling out into the grass followed very quickly by the two little gray guys. These little ET dudes were apparently pissed off. The next thing I saw were several little hatches opening on different parts of the craft. Nothing like burritos and beer to kick off a party. The three Bigfoot critters got up, moaned, then stumbled and fell again. They finally got back on their feet moaning, belching, and staggering into the forest. The two little gray aliens punched and shoved each other as they fumbled their way back inside. A loud sound of pressured air came from the hatches then they all closed. The triangle shaped craft began to lift off. It slowly tilted and angled its way from one side of the clearing to the other while bumping into pine trees as it maneuvered. The space ship eventually found its way out of the clearing and faded into the background of stars.

The next morning the thoughts raced through my head of the night before. This gave a whole new meaning to drinking and driving and the Bigfoot critters just disappeared into the night. I wondered about them and my experience. I was blessed with a sense of satisfaction and a hell of a good laugh when I heard, again, their distant moans of agony. The hangover serves them right for stealing all of my beer.