July 1985 Nebraska


Following a visit with my family in Wahoo, Nebraska, I headed east toward home in Omaha on highway 92. I could have continued on 92 into the city, but instead, I merged right onto old highway 6 because I enjoyed passing by the tall corn lining the roadside. The vast Nebraska sky was quickly transitioning from dusk to darkness when I saw what I thought a male figure walking hurriedly past the cornrows on the mowed area between the field and the highway. I thought it was strange, on a warm Nebraska night, that anyone would be wearing heavy dark hooded clothing. Stranger still, he was not carrying a flashlight. I slowed down to around 10 mph because he was moving erratically at an unsafe distance from the road. I could not see his face as he looked away from me into each cornrow as he passed it. His long torso leaned forward ahead of his short legs, which were bent at the knee, but his stride was fairly long. His long arms swung in rhythm with his stride, and the huge palms of his hands were facing backward as he walked. He was taller than the mature six-foot corn even though he was bent over. Thanks for allowing me to share my personal experience with a Nebraska Bigfoot.

.Nancy Lane