I live out in a quiet little spot out in the Appalachians. Not much out here but an old bait shop and a gas station right on the lake. My daddy brought out here when I was the ripe ole age of 5 said those city folks would rot my brain, and daddy ain't want me growing up as no soft boy who can't hold his own in a fight. My home is a small log cabin right off a bend of a country road that barely sees any traffic. My daddy spent his time filling the wall of this cabin with trophies: deer, bears, mountain-lions. he'd hunt always looking to one up his last kill. Now my daddy did love to hunt but he always did it with purpose and he made sure whatever he killed was put to use.
I've always made my money cutting trees. My daddy had me working since I turned 11 saying that I need to pull my weight around here and since I can't cook like mama he had me cutting tress for firewood. So I gots me a job at a mill about 30 minutes from me cabin. The pays not great but I don't waste cash on much and it keeps me close to woods so I can always be on the lookout for any tracks from a rare find. Most of my gear I inherited from my pa so my money go straight to drinking with the lads from the mill at The Pines Pub.
It leaves a sour taste in my mouth knowing my pa dedicated his life trying to hunt down Bigfoot that while my daddy was laying on his death bed and he told me, "Billy I see it in your eyes, the way you can move so quietly while tracking. You've got instinct boy, you're built to hunt. I believe you can go way farther than I ever could," I decided I had to be the one to bring in the legendary Bigfoot. I'd be better than every other hunter with their blurry photos and them darn campfire stories cause I'm gonna have that thing mounted on my wall. Not for money or fame but for my bloodline. The legacy my father left me with after his passing. When I was not the same hunter I was today my foolish youngin self got lost during some heavy weather in the middle of a gosh darn snowstorm! Now that real put my survival skills to the test and that's the closest I've ever been to dying. Was I scared? I was shivering up to my britches! Now I reckon hunting Bigfoot will present even more danger than that ugly snowstorm and I ain't no chickenshit Yankee my daddy didn't raise me like that. So I'll do whatever it takes to show that my kin are the greatest hunters to bless this nation.