Back when I was a ground dweller, I was camping in Big Bear, CA. Dad didn't tell me he hadn't packed a tent for me and my buddy, so we found a sheltered spot and bunked out on the ground with our sleeping bags. Somewhere in the middle of the night I woke to something walking across my back. Not sure what it was, but I didn't move for fear it may be black & white in color.
A few years back a couple of friends and I did an overnight kayak trip on the Shenandoah River. I was sleeping about 8' up the bank where the river was about 12' wide, it was in a back channel around an island. Sometime in the middle of the night, a deer screamed at my friend and scared the be-ge-bers out of him, but we eventually went back to sleep. Sometime later I woke to the sound of a "whoosh...whoosh" crossing the river and then...silence. Whatever it was covered the 12' river in 2 steps...does bigfoot exist? I'm leaning toward a 'hell-yeah!'
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