SASQUATCH
An Indian boy had just been indoctrinated into manhood and his father promised to take him hunting. "One thing you have to remember is that we have had sightings of the Sasquatch around camp," the father told the boy, "so be mighty careful."
Early the next morning his father awoke him so that they could get an early start. After walking out past the camp into the nearby woods the son noticed an awful smell. "Is it a sasquatch?" he asked nervously.
His father did not reply and told him to be quiet as not to scare the animals.
The smell gradually grew worse and the son again asked his father if it was a Sasquatch.
His father just put his finger to his mouth in a shushing motion.
Eventually the smell was unbearable and the son could not hold back any longer.
"Father is that a bigfoot that we smell?" he asked impatiently.
His father had become worried too by this time because he couldn’t place the smell either.
He made his son wait and went up ahead a little way and rounding a large boulder he came across one of the tribeswomen. She had her deerskin skirt hiked up around her waist and was relieving herself. Then it came to the father what the awful smell was and he smiled.
He returned to his son and replied with a smile on his face, "Is not Sasquatch, is squaw snatch."
