Your True Tales
May 2006 – Page 28

Hugefoot
by Jason

In 1990, I was training in the woods in Ft. Bragg, NC. I was with six other soldiers, up on a hillside overlooking a dirt airstrip. In the middle of the night we heard a tremendous crash down on the airstrip, but couldn't see anything because of the darkness. The next morning, as the sun came up, we could see that a military transport C-130 had crashed on the strip.

After watching the scene in the valley for a few minutes, I walked about 50 yards into the treeline to relieve myself. When I looked down, I saw a huge pair of footprints in the sand, exactly twice as long as my size-9 boot (about 22 in.). At this point I stopped what I was doing and quickly looked around me. I was in a small clearing and I could plainly see the prints coming in from one side of the clearing and going into the trees on the other side. Also, there were a pair of baby-size prints along side the large ones going the same direction.

I brought my friend back to see the footprints, but we didn't have a camera on us. I didn't think much about it until years later I read a few stories where people reported seeing Bigfoot, or prints, after a car or plane wreck in a remote area.

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