spying momo on the Missouri River

Momo blended in well with the trees moved fast considering he was walking in brush we followed this big-foot-like-creature down the Missouri River It was 1971, we knew he was an anomaly. Tried to tell people. They thought we had been smoking pot. I have never smoked pot But I have seen Momo, so I know he is real He appeared taller than other men, his coverings were made of leaves he blended in with the trees we think we found his camp it was a horrible smelling place