This always cracks me up. Bigfoot was a major beloved legend in my family when I was growing up. We were both terrified of the thought of ever encountering him, while at the same time loving the idea of him.
A lot of folks ask if I have any honest-to-goodness Bigfoot encounters (rather than just some made up tall tales), and I do. I once saw him move between some trees at about a football field’s distance, below me down in a holler, one late breezy, summer afternoon, shortly after I had awakened from a nap that I had taken against a tree in the deep woods.
Plan your day around water, not miles. Fill up at every good source, filter it or treat it if you want the extra insurance, and never pass up clear moving water because you think there'll be more ahead.
— The Practical Woodsman
Braving the Ol' Shawnee Appalachy - Pt 2: Ornery Gal