My old neighbor swore up and down that he was being cased by a bigfoot while hunting in the heavy woods his family owns. He never got a look at the animal but it was big and tore through the brush when he spotted where it was spying on him. it didn't leave a print so much as wide indentation in the muddy moss by the tree. The guy was in his 40's when he told me this story. It had happened to him probably 20 years before. He's an avid hunter, but his son and daughter told me that they never go to the tract of land. The game there would have to be better than the slimmer pickings they could have gotten from my old neighborhood. Story or not, whatever it was keeps a full grown and armed man from family land tracts for some reason.
I have seen my share of the outter fringe. I have seen things in the dead of night that I have no idea what they were. I have seen eyes that look back from the blackness of the woods that glow orange and come forward. Not with an up and down gate like an animal, but side to side and bipedal. I have cowared in my tent while things moved outside, have had an extension cord unplugged on me. Not moved, nor tripped over, nor altered by foot of man or beast. simply unplugged. I have found that woods need to be neither deep nor dark nor ancient to harbor odd things. Weird things out on the edge of the periphia. Real or not, such things make this world a magical place.
Jake
