Dinner with a Snow man: Strange encounter in the forests of the Urals

Sasquatch (Bigfoot) tell many wonderful stories. Most often with this thing face hunters or foresters, and tourists who have come to his possession. I happened to read the diary of a man who personally met with Bigfoot.

It happened in the distant 1940s, immediately after the war. The young Forester by the name of Peter sent for distribution to the Urals. At the Institute he did before the war, and then, in 1942, was at the front, came to Berlin, when I returned, I graduated from training. And now at the age of 27 came to the Urals. He was hard work.

In the Urals, the man met the mysterious creature, which the people of Muncie is called Menk. Think he is a werewolf and the spirit of the forest. According to local legend, these creatures are divided into two types: some of them are evil and dangerous - UCCI, they can be cannibals, kidnapped women and children; the second, on the contrary, try not to show aggression and when a person leave. Both Yeti from head to toe covered with hair. Although, it may not be two, but one. Just in the first case found in the male Bigfoot, and the second female, which somewhere cub, so she quickly leaves, protecting the offspring. Mansi warned of a new Forester about the dangers in the forest, said to be afraid is not just the cold, wolves and bears, but UCCI. But Peter only laughed.

And once in winter, Peter gathered in one of the far corners of the forest. - Don't go there, - has warned his old hunter Muncie, a place very dangerous, nobody goes there. Last year my brother disappeared there, never returned. There is an evil spirit of UCCI.

- I'm not afraid, I have a gun. So you have nothing to worry about me, ' answered Peter.

He did not listen to the old hunter and went to the place. Then a diary entry from Peter.

"Another day I felt the presence of something strange nearby. Sometimes it was almost scary. Explained his state of fatigue since the third day was for skiing and one. I came to the conclusion that because I speak with someone, and fancies some damn thing. Had to spend in the woods the third night in a row. Then, checking the plot, it was possible to go back in his hut near the village of Mansi. Another day I shot a rabbit and sanded it. Decided to cook myself a wonderful dinner. Lit a fire, sat down to cook. Sit, roasting a hare. The aroma is just fabulous. Suddenly I hear the snap of the twig next to him. At first thought it seemed. Around the taiga, the night, the silence. And then suddenly this. The gun I left in the tent. It now, even if just resting in the forest, always put it next to him. On the belt I have a knife, side, right hand is an axe - like chopping wood, so he stayed close. He reassured himself: what I fear, bears sleep in winter, wolves are unlikely to come to the fire, even if very hungry. Yes, and the howling of a wolf could be heard. I internally braced for anything, but not to such!

The fire came a huge man, as I first thought, in a strange shaggy fur coat. Then I realized that this is not the coat but the coat. The man's height was about two and a half meters. Face flattened, like a monkey, there's no moustache, eyes and a small nose. My jaw sticks out as in chimpanzees. Very strange head shape - like a cone up. It was terrible - even worse than before the attack during the war. Reached for his axe, and squeezed it so that the fingers cracked. Then it's like someone said, drop the axe, no weapons. I smiled amiably hairy man and stuck the axe into the tree. The next day, I barely pulled him so deep it went into the trunk. I like this force did not possess. Hairy man sat near the fire and began to throw in a tree that I chopped up in advance. I noticed that he did it, as if copying my movements. That night I did not eat rabbit meat. The intruder was removed from the fire my morning prey and swallowed it almost instantly. I sat silently and listened as he runs huge jaws. Fear has passed, but the tension remained. After finishing the hare, the Yeti threw a few bones next to him around the campfire - probably left me my share. He fed the fire a huge log, then stood up, turned back to me and slowly walked away.

I half an hour sat in a daze, couldn't even move. When he came to himself, ran to the tent, grabbed a gun, checked it, charged it or not. The gun was fine cartridges into place. To sleep that night I couldn't. And sat before the morning near the fire, clutching a rifle in his hands. In the morning, gathering the tent and put out the fire, I have reviewed the traces of his night visitor. He walked barefoot. I made it to trail his leg in the boots of the 42-th size - the track was more than half my palm. When I got home, very sick and lay about a week in a hut with a high temperature. Then another month away from meeting with this monster. Now I'm pretty sure that Bigfoot, or as it is called Muncie, mönch, exist."

It's hard not to believe the man who worked as a Forester all his life, and even after the war. It is a pity that the relatives never gave me his diary for good. Grandson Peter left it to memory.

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