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

“Jesus, Scott, where are your gloves?”


“Couldn’t find them before we headed back down,” Scott said, shrugging. “And it’d be a bad idea to dump all my stuff out of my pack now.”


“Good lord,” Brandon said. He grabbed hold of Cara’s arm. “You go on ahead, I’m going to help Scott find some gloves before his fingers fall off. We’ll catch up.”


Cara nodded, her glasses so spotted with rain and fogged up that it was a wonder she could see anything at all. “All right, boys. Don’t get lost. We’re almost down, maybe another two hours, tops. I’ve got Kristi waiting and planning a hot meal as soon as we reach base camp.”


“Sounds great,” Brandon said. He scowled at Scott as soon as Cara moved away, turning his boyfriend around bodily to reach his back. “Hold still.”


“Yes, Mom,” Scott said. “Honestly, you’d think I never got to age twenty-five without you looking after me.”


Chapter 12