I don’t live in the woods, but I got to stay in a cabin for a very long 4th of July weekend. I’d get stir crazy because of the other kids that were there. They were just too damn weird. I’d go for walks just to get away from them, or I was going to lose it and kick the shit out of the people’s son. I never really traveled far, I didn’t want to get lost. I was 14 maybe 15 at the time. I drank icy cold water from a spring, I found an old cabin that was no longer being used, I spent time inside and wished for time travel to take me back to the 1800’s. Okay going back to the cabin we were all staying in, I heard the kids saying they needed to find me or their parents would be pissed. I hid, and they walked right pass me. I waited for them to go far enough they wouldn’t see me and I stepped back out onto the path. I was almost to the cabin, I could see the cabin. Then I saw something that was very large, very hairy walking to the back of the cabin. I froze and didn’t move a muscle. Bear? I didn’t think so. I really didn’t want to find out. This thing was walking on it’s hind legs like a man. I made it to the cabin and went inside and waited for the two nerds to show back up. I never told them what I saw, and I never went to the back of the cabin to look for footprints. Part of me wanted to know, but the other part told me: “You find prints and follow them, you’ll find what made the prints. Maybe that would not be a good idea.”