DATE:          Few years ago on a weekend

TIME:            Late Night

LOCATION:      Collier County, Florida
                   Secluded Area, off dirt road, few houses nearby

TERRAIN:       Wooded

OBSERVED:   Just happened to run across your sight, and boy can I relate.... Just a few years ago, my sweetheart and I went to Naples for the weekend to meet with some friends. We got there late, no one was home, so we made ourselves at home in the fifth wheel camper, me Lisa and Goldie the retriever.

     Once setteled down for sleep, Goldie looks out of the camper screen door, and growls once, deep and long and quit. I sat up and said, Lisa, did you hear anything??? No, she said, but Goldie sure heard something.

     Now where we were, was on a dirt road, about 5 miles from the main road, somewhere in Golden Gate area of Naples. There were only about 3-5 houses on this road from what I can remember, and spaced very far apart.

     I reached up on the shelf above my head and grabbed Uncle George's rifle, got up and crept to the door. Goldie was totally quiet, wouldn't growl, and the hair was straight up on her back. (Golden Retriever with long hair). I looked out the door and with the aid of the full moon, and a FPL night yard light, saw what scared my dog.

     Next to a stake body truck, by the drivers door, was a being from the chest up, glaring at my dog. It squared off on my dog for only a moment, then turned and went on its way. Lisa said, "What is it, is it uncle George?. I said no mamma, it's Bigfoot. she said what?, looked over my shoulder and went, holy shit....should you shoot it?????, hell no was my answer...and piss him off????

     We tried to get some rest after locking all the doors, drinking plenty of fluids, and having the pee scared out  of us. Woke the next morning to the familiar snores of Uncle George in the chair, and went about letting everyone know of our encounter. They all laughed and said, ain't the first time.... Lum, the property owner came over for coffee and mentioned he'd been loosing chickens from his pen, not far from where the truck had been parked.

     I went to the truck and looked on the ground and screamed, "look here". I'd found his footprints in the soft sand next to the truck, tried to put my foot in them, and they were at least 4-6 inches larger than my size 10. You could see where he pivoted and moved on when planting his foot. I tried to match his next step, and it was another 3-4 feet larger than my longest stride. When I stood next to the drivers door of the truck, my head was only !/2 way up the window, and I'm 6 foot tall....now we were serious.....

     Before we went to sleep, the night before, I remembered listening to dogs down the road howling as if something was passing thru...then quite....then dogs from the next home howling....then quite....and a few more....and even told Lisa, old Bigfoot's making his rounds. The way I figured, he had his regular paths, and it was a full moon, and he was on the stroll to get him some grub, and there was Lum's chicken pen...with no chickens left...all he had to do, was reach over the fence, grab what he wanted, and eat on the run....wonder where Col Sanders got the idea......

      We gathered every one, which now atleast 6-10 people had arrived, and got a scouting party together to go find Bigfoot....and proceeded to follow a trail that came out of the woods. We went for quite some time, bearing arms, knives, and plenty of whiskey in case we were to run into him....laughed and said what would we do if he were to  come out right now and confront us....well Uncle George said, we'd offer him a drink, sit a spell, and maybe some sign language would be in order.

       All of a sudden, this god awfull smell was in the air. We proceeded into the woods further to find Palmetto bushes all flattened in a circle, with some bunched up in the middle, like a den. The closer we got, the worse it smelled, like baaaadddd B.O....They said it was from pigs, but when were pigs smart enough to pile brush high enough to crawl inside. I was brave enough to get close enough to look inside and it was about 5 feet across, and all flat, and stunk to high heaven....we looked around some more, didn't see much more, looked for more tracks, and decided to call it good....needless to say, many more stories transpired from this expierence.

      Just thought I'd share this with you guys...and I'd swear on my daddy's grave in Arlington on this one.
 

ACTIVITIES OF WITNESS(ES):   Sleeping

DESCRIPTION OF CREATURE:  Next to a stake body truck, by the drivers door, was a being from the chest up.
 

OTHER SIGHTINGS IN THIS AREA: Yes, there are other reports from Collier County, FL on the GCBRO sighting database at this time.