Little by Little by Bigfoot

I've gone into the field. I think. I've chosen spots that I deemed woodsy enough or suitable. I've visited spots where bigfoot have been reported. I'm usually walking, quickly. Rarely I stop to get a feel for my surroundings. Whether I'm walking the trails or simply hanging out, if there are woods around, I wonder if a bigfoot is around. Am I being watched? "What was that?" A chipmunk. Sounded like an elephant. I see deer, tons of deer. They seem at ease which puts me at ease. I assume that if there were danger nearby they would be more skittish. Sometimes I check tree tops. The thought of a large creature such as bigfoot hanging around in the trees seems unlikely to me. Walk faster. If there is a bigfoot in the trees I don't want to be crushed when the branches can't support the weight. I scan the areas above and below the trail. I take note of tree breaks, high grasses, impressions in the dirt or odd structures on or just beyond the trail. I listen for footfalls not matching our own, breathing. "Was that a growl? Bear!!" Nope, dirtbike in the distance. I rarely stop. In most cases the terrain of these trails are rocky or covered in roots making it difficult to navigate while watching where I'm going. Stopping and documenting crosses my mind and immediately fear follows. If I stop I'm a target. If I keep moving I'm not. No one notices as the world passes by at a steady pace. It's when it stops that notice is taken. So, I keep on my merry way. Huffing, puffing, stopping long enough to take a blurry picture of a tree line or grouping of trees that are too dense for my imagination to grasp. When I emerge from the woods or path I find relief. Did I achieve anything? Maybe. I faced a fear. Maybe. I survived. Surely. Next time I'll stop.