David had always believed in Bigfoot. While others dismissed Bigfoot as a myth, a hoax, or something that crazy people believed in, David Emami didn’t just believe: he knew that Bigfoot was real and he wasn’t afraid to admit it.
David got dressed for his annual sojourn to Mt. Hood in the fall for his Bigfoot hunting trip with a local group of fellow seekers. It was one of the rare occasions that David purposely socialized with other people. He would go alone, but deep down inside, David was terrified of the thought of being attacked by Bigfoot or some wild creature, so he felt a sense of comfort in his comrades.
When they arrived at their usual spot near Rhododendron, Oregon, the group chatted about tactics, mapped out their day, and decided to meet back at the spot for lunch. David was thrilled for the day to begin. Today, he was with Pete Meester, a large man with a red beard. Pete was a logger that had seen Bigfoot numerous times, but he had a terrible speech impediment, which made it very hard to tell his stories clearly.
David and Pete hiked deeper and deeper into the brush, and at last, they heard something. “You, you, you, you, you, you, you, hear that?” asked Pete.
Annoyed by Pete’s inability to speak clearly, he responded, “Why don’t you just hush?” David’s blood ran cold when he also heard a large movement in the bushes, which quickly started running toward them.
“A big, a big, a big, uh, uh, uh…” Pete couldn’t quite get it out.
“Bigfoot!” screamed David as ran like a little girl with Pete back down the steep trail they had just climbed. They ran all the way back to the car without stopping. Behind them, a small raccoon poked around where they had once stood, and to its delight, it found a dropped granola bar. It wasn’t Bigfoot at all.
When the group got together for lunch, David told them, “He was there! Just ask Pete! Okay, well don’t ask Pete because it will take you all day,” Pete glared at David, “but yes, it was Bigfoot! I saw him with my own two eyes!” Immediately after lunch, the group returned to the spot, but were unable to find any proof. Still, the story fascinated David and solidified his status as a believer.
David Emami is Alone in Portland is a collection of stories that peer into the life of a middle-aged curmudgeon with a fondness for cats and antiques.
Playfully illustrated with Bitmoji characters, his story comes to life as each day brings a new adventure.
He was obsessive compulsive and mad about antiques. The apartment was covered, top to bottom, in decor that would be more aligned with that of an old woman that peaked in the 1960s. david-emami-takes-on-portland.html
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