I have big feet.
It’s mostly due to their width, if they were hairy and dirty they’d be Hobbit feet. But they’re not. Hairy and dirty I mean, nor are they Hobbit feet.
Sorry, I digress. For the sake of the post, let’s just call them large.
Before we had the huge snowfall this past weekend, we had a slight covering on Christmas morning.
One of the things I love about walking in the fresh snow is observing tracks of creatures two and four-legged that have traveled the trails before us.
We discovered someone or something bigger than I, had already been through the trails.
That’s a big foot!
I called the dogs to me.
Sampson, Delilah listen to me. There may be something very large on these trails. We need to be sharp if we’re going to catch this wily creature.
Roger that mom, never fear, we’re on the trail.
I’ll go first and see if I can pick up his trail.
You go that way Sampson, I think I smell something back here. Oh wait, that’s just mom.
He’s definitely been in these leaves.
Well he’s not down here.
It looks like there’s been a fire, do you think he knows how to start one?
Mom sprang a trap that Bigfoot had set to catch dinner. Lucky we were here to save her.
Oh NO! His foot prints are all over these sleigh tracks. I hope he didn’t eat Santa.
Piss on you Bigfoot! Stay out of our woods.
We’ve sniffed and searched mom, I think we’re safe.
Well after almost an hour of searching we had to come to the conclusion that either Bigfoot was good at hiding, or there is in reality, no Bigfoot.
Did you ever encounter something odd on any of your walks?
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