My first “Bigfoot” experience, occurring during my childhood, has made an indelible impression on me throughout the years. The strange event, that made this haunting impression, occurred in the summer 1971. Living on a dead-end road in rural East Tennessee, I was eight years old when the encounter occurred. With my father working the night shift that evening, my younger siblings in bed, only my mother and I were in the den. The news broadcast had ended making the time approximately 11:30 PM. Standing up, mother informed me that she was going to take the garbage out before we went to bed. Located at the back of our lot, approximately seventy-five feet from the house, the garbage cans, during that time period, were made from fifty-gallon metal