I recently moved to a snowier, woodsier part of the world and noticed one day while taking a shortcut home that Bigfoot probably lives near me. There are a lot of trees and foreboding areas that look like the kinds of places in which gentle folk like me are construct into the forest brides of beast-men. But how could I know for sure?

If there's one thing I'm good at it's determining the worst bar in any given town and building it my own. I easily situated this town's scruffiest bar that featured dead animals mounted on walls, and in no time had seen no less than one man who claimed that he had heard from someone several years ago that there was a guy who assured Bigfoot around here once. Hot damn! A solid result!

On the promise of picking up his bar tab and also returning to the bar later and picking up more of a bar tab, I get this guy to join me on a hunt in the timbers. Now, you may be asking, “Felix, did you merely pay a drunk stranger to take you into the woods alone? ” And to that I tell: You forgot that I get him to bring a gun.

This is Dan. He's loaded with brew and ammunition !

# 4. Drinking Outdoors Is Fun

My new friend Dan isn't the kind of man who appreciates small talk, pop culture, or me. But I bought road brews and we were pretty much set to have an adventure. We drove about 20 minutes out of township to a massive swath of wood that Dan told me had a big lake somewhere in the middle of it and was the place some people told Bigfoot had been spotted. Already it has been an increase from maybe one guy to some people. I was super psyched.

In preparation for our journey, we packed not only brews but several snacks, situations of emergency flare( lest Bigfoot abduct us while a helicopter is flying overhead ), and outdoorsy crap like a compass, a small hatchet, some matches, and a mickey of whiskey.

I'm not much for hiking but luckily neither is Dan, so we were in the woods for a solid 15 minutes before we stopped to have a beverage. Our brew of option was a fine Canadian ale known as Flying Monkeys Smashbomb Atomic IPA. I bought it exclusively based on the silly name, but it was actually fairly fantastic and I solidly recommend it for all your Bigfoot-hunting needs.

It'd be better if there were actually monkeys serving it, but other than that, A +.

Dan and I had a good sit in the timbers, during which Dan proceeded to tell me about his younger days in a biker gang and a variety of related activities I won't pertain here, because I'm dumbs but not that dumb. This was some secret-keeping beer we were having, and Dan may not have been the best tour guide in retrospect, but here we were, in the woods, with a gun. A firearm and tales of Dan use a pool cue to destroy an entire room full of men in the most brutal, Deadpool ways possible. I'm glad I gratified this strange fellow.

Several beers afterward and Dan and I were having a pretty decent period, still within sight of the road. But alas, this was no joke expedition … or, well, it was, but I was still go looking for Bigfoot. We had work to do.

# 3. Losing Yourself Is Easier Than Finding Bigfoot

We set out in a direction I will call straight ahead. I know we packed a compass, but it was packed and, frankly, would it have made a difference to know if we were headed north or east? How could it have? We were go looking for a legendary man-ape.

Dan told me as we walked that coyote activity in this area has been very much on the rise lately. There's only a huge population of them. I've never seen a coyote outside of a Warner Bros. cartoon and was having a hard time reconciling my image of a cartoon wielding an anvil with an actual wild puppy who are likely to has rabies tearing open my scrotum. Dan assured me they rarely assault humen unless they're starved or in big groups, then, without missing a beat, added, “Or maybe not.” I nearly forgot Dan is not a woodsman, simply a fellow drunk I met at a bar, and I am about as much an expert on what we're doing as he is.

“I eat a lot of Jack Link's, though.”

We stumbled upon a number of tracks that could have is accountable to Foot, but definitely not Bigfoot, unless I have been grossly misinformed regarding sizing in this matter. Most are likely to be squirrels and assorted other woodland turds, but there were definitely some deer tracks as well, and in my intellect that was close. The bigger the animal, the closer to Bigfoot. If we discovered moose tracks we'd be pretty much where we needed to be.

We trudged on through snow-covered underbrush, somewhat tipsy and with no clear direction. Dan had brought with him a 20 gauge shotgun, which he said would probably work for taking out Bigfoot if we got him to stand still long enough. I'm no gunsmith and assumed any shotgun was probably good for blowing a Bigfoot's leg off, until Dan told me this was his rabbit-hunting firearm. He had a license only for small game this year, and he wasn't going to get fined by bringing a higher-powered rifle into the woods when it wasn't season for hunting something like elk. Dan had no faith in our expedition. Although he did point out that, if we shot Bigfoot with the 20 gauge it'd likely slow him down enough for some photos, so I should be fast with my phone and snap a pic or two. Maybe see if he's down for a selfie.

# 2. Winter Is Stupid

The worst time to do anything is winter time. According to my phone, it was about 4 below zero. For you Celsius kinds, that's 20 below. Why the hell would Bigfoot be out in this silly-ass climate? Even bears have the intelligence to hibernate. Bigfoot should be snoozing under a pile of tarps in an old fishing cabin.

There was a brief moment when I encountered a smelling that could be best described as unwashed skunk vagina somewhere out in the woods. I heard a rustling in the underbrush, and I thought we might be on to something. For those who doubt the veracity of my claims, I have photo evidence 😛 TAGEND Got wood? Ha ha ha! Ha ha! Ahhh …

Like all good photos of Bigfoot, this one mostly requires you to be as drunk as I was when I took it and to have a lot of faith that I know the sight/ smell of Bigfoot's dick when I see it. But for real, do you see that in there? I know it looks like a sprig, but I ask you, what do you think Bigfoot's dick would look like? Likely a big, veiny sprig, right?

Before I string you along anymore, I'll let you know that was a twig. Bigfoot's dick, even if it is twig-like, is probably attached to a Bigfoot and not a tree like this one was. But did you feel the suspense there for a second? Now you're living in my world. The world of a Bigfoot hunter!

# 1. Bigfoot Is Not Real

Let's assume for a moment Bigfoot is real, the title of this section notwithstanding. He's generally considered a “he” right? Not to point out the sexuality so much as the singular. There's just one. Bigfoot's a lone wolf, him and his veiny twig-dick, wandering the woods and stealing forest brides and whatnot. Most Bigfoot sightings are currently in Washington state, California, and Oregon. He's basically a West Coast kind of guy. I'm on the East Coast, so right away my chances are fairly pathetic. Sure, New York and Ohio have some sightings, but so does Russia. Phase is, I'm in the wrong neighborhood, and I'm looking for one guy. One big, hairy guy who makes a point of never being procured, because no one's ever saw him. Do you know what the odds are of me detecting him?

I actually calculated the odds on this for you, in case you're not good at these complex, veiny equations. Maintaining in mind the time of year Bigfoot is most often sighted in these various locatings, as well as the time of day and methods used for tracking Bigfoot and the actual odds of me receiving him here, at this time, were fuck no. Fuck no I can't find Bigfoot, because he's not real.

Consider that humankind has determined the coldest natural object in the entire universe, fossils from the first living veiny beasts on Earth, that stupid affluenza kid, and numerous missing aircraft accidents. If there were a race of hairy man-beasts populating the Pacific Northwest or anywhere else in North America, there would have been some kind of definitive evidence proposed by people who are not named Bubba or Cooter.

Dan and I finished our brews in the woods. We found one way that was probably mine.

Size 11 … dames. Or guys who want to buy me shoes .

I also procured a frozen turd that really made me laugh but the picture turned out pretty blurry due to my laugh as I took the photo. It wasn't a Bigfoot turd, likely a raccoon or something. Still, that's hilarious to me.

Dan decided he'd had enough of is available on the timbers with me, and I couldn't blamed him. I'd mostly wasted our day and little to no purpose for our journey other than the laziest try ever to discover a cryptozoological legend. Fortunately, that induced my attempt just as relevant as anyone else's, because go up. What would be a “serious” attempt at detecting Bigfoot in 2016? Some kind of thermal-imaging drone and satellite tracking? That seems like an expensive prospect for a big fatty waste of time.

Dan called his wife to pick him up once we got back to the road. She seemed like a nice lady who could opposed me and win with little endeavour. Neither of them offered me a ride. As I watched them drive off, I wondered if perhaps Bigfoot was now watching me from the trees and feeling a kinship with me as I, too, was now alone. But of course he wasn't, because recollect, he doesn't exist. He and that veiny dick I've been asked to keep writing about are full-on fiction. No, the only stranger watching me from the timbers was a friendly serial murderer or public wanker.

I wondered why it is that so many people seem enamored with the idea of Bigfoot. Is it the mystery? The notion that, in a world of smartphones and WiFi and driverless automobiles, we could have somehow overlooked a man-beast living right under our snouts? Perhaps. Mostly, I suppose, it's what I like to call Dorf Contrarianism. This is the idea that a stupid person will dig in like a ticking when confronted with something they feel threatened by, in an intellectual manner, telling them they're incorrect. The person doing it may not be trying to intimidate our Dorf, or even patronize them or talk down to them in any way, but that is how Dorf perceives it, because Dorf is not smart enough to know why it's happening but is smart enough to know they're being corrected. And they don't like it. So they outwardly reject it so thoroughly they must embrace the very opposite. They must hunt Bigfoot, simply because he is not real. They must drink that moonshine because it could stimulate them go blind. They must fuck that cousin even if the baby's going to always be leaning a little to the left. Such is the contrarian nature of Dorf. And that's what keeps Bigfoot alive.

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