Kneeling near the shaded tree line. Bout from here to there, 100 yards or so. Frozen, hair sticking up on his neck, he made out the figure. Some sort of animal, maybe. Then it stood up. It was taller than a house and ran off back through the forest. An animal alright. A somewhat human looking giant animal. That was the first time it was seen by this native of the area. Evidently, a camera or phone was not available.
It was the next encounter that left a huge impression and validated the first as authentic. He told of a sprint across the highway. The road to Gallup, NM. Then it glided gracefully over fences, smooth as butter and fast. His cousin saw this too. Amazed. It all happened really quick. No time to snap a photo. These are incredible things to see, shocking things to see. Taking a photo was only a minor thought. He spoke of his fear liberally.
The final encounter was at his mother's house, I believe. Up on a rock or in the mountains. Near St. Michael. In the Navajo Lands. He was there when a massive banging on the house began. Loud, demonstrative discriptions. Boom. Bam. And wild hand gestures. The beast never entered the house. A sawed off shotgun was retrived and held out of a doorway, sideways. He was too scared to step out. Firing it like this produced a huge back kick, and the gun went flying. The intended target took off running, again into the forest. Further inspection of the peremiter of his mother's house revealed emmense footprints. The feet of someone, or something, really big. He spoke of others who have seen, over and over, this mystery being. He talked of eaten animals and deformed trees. And I had seen these trees that were used to provide back scratching for the creature. Won't be camping at that place.
Continued inquiry of video or pictorial documentation was dismissed or ignored. He mentioned two phones and an SD card he left at his house, but that seemed a diversion. A camera stakeout should be organized and arranged. An all nighter. Or, perhaps, the mystery is better. A big mystery.