This is more than a story about Sasquatch. It is a story about humanity.  Call it "monster fiction" for intellectuals.

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The defense instillation where Don spent his Sabbatical year was out in the middle of a forest, snugly situated on government land.  His memories drifted to the one day Don got permission to go on a hike all on his own.  Technically, no one is allowed to leave the instillation and explore the forest without a level of clearance that was well above Top Secret.  In actuality, Don had enough pull that clearances mattered less than who was a team player.  That is often how it is within the Black Budget world.   Don looked at the dense forest of pine and some deciduous trees that opened up to him.  It was as if the Cosmos was inviting him outside in order to make a mockery of his attempts to control life through molecular manipulation.  Each plant and animal might be comprised of DNA coding for RNA in turn coding for proteins, but there was a whiff of the thought that the whole might be greater than the sum of its parts in the scent of the forest.  It was a dangerous and oddly unsettling thought as he took tentative steps toward the great Open.  
Don soon picked up his pace and allowed the sun to soak in to his skin.  He allowed the rocks to pierce his eyes, the blue sky to envelop him with its sense of nearness and of distance.  There were deer, eagles, and the sense of a clandestine bear lurking at him through an invisible mist of air.  Don remembered the original reason he fell in love with science.  It was because he fell in love with Nature as a child, and became an explorer of ecosystems far and near.  By “far” he meant the forest behind his house, and eventually the mountains of California.  It did not take him long to recapture that feeling after a brief moment of unease.  Don knew that if he had followed another path he might have become a hippie rather than a civilian scientist helping the military to control the human genome in search of supersoldiers.  It was at that moment of ironic reflection that Don realized why he was fearful of the forest at first.  The forest brings out one’s real self.  Whatever pangs of conscience Don felt inside of the Base could be suppressed.  That was not so easy out in the Open.  The beauty of Nature brought out the child in him, including childhood innocence.  It was not easy to suppress tears of childhood dreams narrowed to adult realities.
Don knew that the hike would have to be rounded out.  This was government land, and he knew very well that any movement could not last long without being accounted for.  Don took to a convenient view, a vista with a beautiful view, and turned around to walk back to Base.  It was at that moment that something happened that was not simply unexpected.  What happened could not happen in Don’s worldview.  It therefore Did Not Happen.  No such event occurred.  Yet, there it was, a huge creature from out of time, an extinct Gigantopithecus standing there right on the trail.  Gigantopithecus went extinct around a hundred thousand years ago, in Asia.  There was no logical reason to find one on the North American Continent in the twenty-first century.  Don paused.  He then put special emphasis on the “twenty-first century” part of that self-thought statement.  A fossil in North America would be a great discovery that could put his scientific career on the map.  One still living would mean a loss of tenure and a trip to a psychiatric institution.  
The two hominoids starred at one another quizzically.  The term “Bigfoot” came right to Don’s mind, with all of its pseudo-scientific and paranormal implications.  Perhaps the Base was doing some kind of psyop on him. Psyops were illegal on American citizens, however ironic it was for Don to invoke that thought, but then again Gigantopithecus was presumably extinct.  Whichever scenario he chose, truth was more complicated than what was allowed either by Congress or in a scientific world-view.  What Don could not deny was that this creature was real, starring back at him.  Was this a Gigantopithecus?  If so, then he was closer to the Orangutan than to a human.  It was also possible that he was looking at a branch of the Homo genus that simply looked like a Gigantopithecus through convergent evolution.  He could also be looking at Captain Granger in an ape suit.  It was a good gag.  The creature did not yell, “Surprise!”  Instead, he ran off.  

(End of Excerpt)

Going well, I see! Um, is it supposed to be amusing or is that me being weird, though? I can't wait for the film/ TV series!

I intend it to be Monster Fiction for Post-Modernist intellectuals. (Others may read too!)

Ah, well, I'm pretty definitely not post modernist anything but that's fine.

You are still welcome to read it!  You don't need to be Post-Modern.  I even invite Pre-Moderns if they want...

Ta, I skimmed through before posting about it, though. As an 'intellectual', I fail to be any particular kind, too, though.

Pre-Modern intellectual it is, then.  Welcome!

Dunno about pre-modern & I said I'm not any particular kind of intellectual, either. lol

OK.  No problem.  Thanks for reading and participating.

The story is only about thirteen pages for those who are curious.

No problem, it was interesting enough, to skim quickly! Hopefully, others will read it properly & post rather more about it, though.

Thanks, Bruce.  I appreciate it and hope others will read it too.

Thanks for reading it.