My friend, Tommy, stopped by today and said we have a new Shell station nearby, and that he was standing in line to buy gas, and he overheard the ladies in line ahead of him talking about the McLaurin (which is just down the road) sasquatch. "It's probably just a big redneck."

Isn't life wonderful?!

It seems there have been several sightings of a bi-pedal creature who drops to all fours and lopes on occasion - and crude dwellings have been found in the DeSoto National Forest.

There's supposed to be some guy who's out there looking for him all the time and also a woman who claims the sasquatch comes up to her house. She has photos but so far has just bragged about it all.

Okay, story idea - this guy goes out looking for sasquatch and stays in the forest for so long that he is mistaken for sasquatch. He chases his own tail. There could be a love story (terror and affection and confusion-mixed).

I think it's perfect for Wim Wenders. It could be sort of drawn out and reflective.

(is sasquatch capitalized?)