Scott Seay and Brandon Russo are chasing down legendary creatures, one monster at a time! Scott, a cryptozoologist photographer, is on the trail again, this time following the legends of Sasquatch into the mountains of West Virginia. Brandon, still an unbeliever, has some vacation time coming up and enjoys hiking, so he accompanies his lover, along with a small group of Sasquatchers, in search of the elusive Bigfoot.<br><br>On their trek through the mountains, Scott and Brandon hear tales of other close encounters, deal with a pair of snobby lumbersexuals, and find mysterious hairs tangled in the underbrush. When the weather turns foul, and the group has to make it down the mountainside in front of a dangerous storm, will legends come to life? All they know is something is following them down the trail ... something with very bad intentions ...

Chasing Bigfoot

“What happened was this; we had a dog, back then, Ringo. I think Ringo was one of the reasons we hadn’t completely stopped talking to each other. In preparation for the divorce, we were splitting custody of the dog—can you imagine it?—and he had moved back in with his brother in Whitehall—Ohio, you know, so they were like a seven hours up the highway. Well, Mark had him for the weekend and was bringing him back to me on Monday, and we were supposed to meet at the park halfway between the two, around Elkins. There’s a little park there, Glendale, that had been where we’d done some stuff together, back when we were first married…I think he was trying to win me back by picking that spot.


“Anyway, Ringo loved car trips, you know, but he loved running around more. So, Mark got to the park and was letting Ringo run around, and that damned dog ran away.”


The lesbian couple, Rake and Shelly, slowed down, captivated by Letty’s speaking voice, rich as caramel with a pleasant Southern accent.


Chapter 7