Big Foot
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When I was in Boy Scout Troop 77 about 12 years old,
There were lots of stories of Big Foot often being told.
There was a sighting up north somewhere in the woods,
With pictures of tracks someone found there in the mud.
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Big Foot
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As Boy Scouts, we talked about Big Foot now and again,
Because we were often out there in the woods with him.
We were always looking for signs that he had been there,
On our camping trips in the woods out scouting with care.
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One summer our troop went to Camp Kiowa camping out,
In the woods near Canadian, Texas, with other boy scouts.
When we had some free time, we went into the deep woods.
Looking for real Big Foot signs as good Boy Scouts should.
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We hunted for clumps of hair, tracks, and over sized turds,
In the thickest trees out amongst the bees and the birds.
On the way back to our camp we found something there.
It was a giant bare foot track that gave us all a real scare.
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We studied that track there in the soft mud for us to see,
It was three times larger than the biggest boy of us three.
We were all excited and decided we would go out that night,
And hunt for old Big Foot in the dark with our flash lights.
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At 10 PM, we slipped out of our tent in the Scout camp,
And headed out to the woods in a grass meadow so damp.
We were walking along and saw two eyes shining bright,
Ahead of us about 300 yards on that cool Summer’s night.
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We stopped in our tracks as the eyes were eight feet high,
Up above our heads a long way up in the dark night sky.
We stood there watching as still as could be, in great awe,
Until those big glowing eyes started moving towards us all.
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We all took off running fast as our feet would possibly run,
Falling once or twice as we stumbled along having no fun.
We never looked back to see if Big Foot was on our trail,
Until we got back to the camp and told everyone our tale.
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I don’t think any of us three got any sleep at all that night,
So we went back to that meadow at the first morning light.
We walked down there where we saw those glowing eyes,
And saw deer tracks there on a hill with an eight foot rise.
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On the way back, we saw guys from another Scout Troop,
Making Big Foot bare tracks in the mud there as a group.
So we had never really even seen any real Big Foot signs,
On our great Big Foot adventure out in the woods so fine,
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Even though our sighting was not real out there that night,
I shall always remember the thrills and chills of our sight.
It was surely a hair raising feeling to be chased in the dark,
By a fictitious Big Foot that was so real in our own hearts.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading Big Foot,
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Bill