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Memory told of a close encounter while frogging at night on the upper St. Johns River

On a Friday night the witness parked an airboat in an oak hammock to drink coffee before frog gigging. Clumps of mud were thrown toward the boat, hitting the rudders and bow. When the witness shone a headlamp toward the source, he saw a large hairy figure staring at him and fled by boat to the middle of the next lake where he stayed until sunrise.