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This story begins with Julio Jones,
a logger who worked trees in the Cascades,
never married or had a family,
he was a loner, that just was his way.

Now he was no hermit, by any means,
he would show up at the town festivals,
volunteer his time so they ran smoothly,
he always seemed to enjoy them in full.

But the man mostly would keep to himself,
and was most comfortable out in the woods,
he’d been felling trees for twenty-five years,
all the industry knew that he was good.

One year the National Forest Service
gave him a contract to fell some old trees,
once done another company would come
and haul the trunks away for industry.

It was fifty acres way back in the hills,
accessed by a half-forgotten dirt road,
ten miles away from any building,
in solitude to this site he would go.

No an old pro like our Julio
knew exactly how to make the trees fall
so it would be easy to load them up
when the truck came the gather them all.

One day while cutting, about a week in,
he was felling trees by the lease’s edge,
when his chainsaw touched up on a big cedar
he heard a growl from a nearby hedge.

Next a brown head poked out of the bush,
Julio was so stunned he could just watch
as a seven-foot figure straightened up,
he was staring at a God-damned sasquatch!

He retreated back from the big tree trunk
and the warning growl quickly ceased,
when he tried again the growl returned,
Julio quickly figured out the beast.

It was just defending its territory,
letting him know when he had pushed too far,
so he retreated back to another
and put this new tree-trunk to his bar.

The bigfoot cared not when he cut trees there,
in fact it watched from a boulder in shade,
it looked on as if it were curious
as Julio went about his day.

And when he returned the very next morn,
he spotted the big creature once more,
along with a juvenile bigfoot,
they watched big trees plunge to the forest floor.

Now Julio remembered seeing once
a gorilla that head learned A.S.L.,
f that ape could do it, why not bigfoot?
What type of stories would this cryptid tell?

Julio knew how to make the signs,
his only brother had been deaf since birth,
he had an idea and bought some apples,
then brought them next day when he went to work...

CONCLUDES IN PART II.
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