I did have one unpleasant encounter with Sasquatch. We had a big job, marking all the forest service property lines along Upper Cow Creek Road. The entire community was ruled with an iron fist by a gal named Marlina. Marlina hated forest service surveyors because of an incident that I may or may not have been sort of indirectly involved in. Therefore, the entirety of Upper Cow Creek Road hated forest service surveyors. So, the district ranger had an idea where he would come with me on a two-day, one-on-one meet and great with all the landowners. The hope was that if they knew me by name, they would be less likely to shoot me. One ten-acre parcel had just been bought by a couple of lesbian hippies. One went by the nickname of Sequoia because she was a very large woman. 6'2 / 260 or so, who never shaved her legs or armpits. One day in a discussion with my co-workers I space out when trying to think of her nickname and the only thing I could come up with was Sasquatch. Well, everyone thought that was pretty funny and it seemed to fit better than Sequoia, so the name kinda stuck. I may have at some point, inadvertently used that name while speaking with one of the other landowners.
Later on, we met Sequoia and her partner as they were struggling to figure out how to build a perfectly straight fence over a hill. We had the expertise and equipment for the job and since we had been told to bend over backwards to make the locals happy, we spent two hours lining in a fence. When done I walked across the pasture we had just been working in, to get to where I needed to be for my real job. When I got back to the office that night, I received an official reprimand for pissing off Sequoia by walking across her pasture without permission. I don't think it was me walking across her pasture that pissed her off. I think maybe she had gotten drift of my rather rude nickname for her.
I guess I deserved that ass chewing.
