I hesitate to share this experience, but it has been weighing on my mind for some time. During my foggy morning photo shoot I began feeling uncomfortable. I had that sixth sense feeling that I was being watched. As I ventured further into the fog I ran into a foul stench. The hairs were standing up on the back of my neck, and I felt the overpowering urge to leave the area immediately. The fog was such an unusual opportunity however, that I snapped off a few more frames. Only one of them managed to capture the source of my anxiety. I had heard stories of a small number of Sasquatch living in the denser areas of Wichita’s parks, however I thought it was an urban legend until this day. As an interesting aside, for any scientists who may be reading this, I’m pretty sure he was carrying a bag from McDonalds.