Editor's Note: This is a post by Melloney TheEriduserpent. She lives in southern Spain and her various interests are herpetology, mythology, and ufology. Basically, everything supernatural.
If you ask most of the Bigfoot researchers and hunters why they do what they do, they will normally tell you about their fist experience with the creature. In most cases it will be deeply embedded in their minds, a profound moment etched in time. They will be able to describe every nano detail of the event right down to how the air smelt or how the moon or sun hung in the sky, for many it was the begging of a lifelong search... The search for Bigfoot.
Some began their search to prove to themselves and others that they weren´t seeing things, some began it because they were so touched and amazed by the event that they needed to feel that feeling again. I have spoke to so many witnesses and they all hold a respectful awe for the creature, they enjoy telling you about the sightings and the near misses, they will tell you about stone throwing, the growls and even the piles of scat, which they find so interesting. Nothing is uninteresting when it comes to Bigfoot every detail is relevant because it is a step closer to finding it and understanding it.
Many people who take the challenge of seeking this creature out, have had very early childhood experiences, ones that have been branded in their minds for all time. They grow into adults who then carry the memory with them everyday, along the way inspiring others to believe and begin their own personal search too.
One such person is Mike Quast:
One Sunday in 1976, 8-year-old Mike Quast was out for a Sunday drive with his family near Strawberry Lake, about 20 miles north of Detroit Lakes. There, in the rural, wooded wilderness, Quast saw it – something about 100 yards up the road, 6 to 7 feet tall and solid black. Ever since he watched whatever that was step away, Quast has dedicated much of his life to searching for Bigfoot.