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

Could be a bear, he thought. Brandon, who hovered somewhat behind him, even noisier, and less cautious, was insisting in a hissing, probably carrying whisper that it was a bear, they were going to be eaten by a bear, and boy, wasn’t that just going to suck.


“Be quiet,” Scott said. He crouched closer to the ground, stealing forward a few precious inches. The breathing sounds were heavier, labored, wheezy.


He parted the branches with one hand, camera already primed; he just needed to click the shutter as soon as something presented itself. The sky was deepening to rich blue. He couldn’t see well through the underbrush; any image he took was going to have to be lightened, and lightened again for a chance in hell to see anything. He triggered the auto-flash. Not his favorite picture taking method, but at least he’d have a chance at—


“Will you—” Scott whirled around, but Brandon was staring behind them into the woods.


Chapter 13