The Bigfoot Expedition A Wilderness Adventure

Follow Wildlife Biologist and Bigfoot Hunter Dr. Morgan Tanner as he joins a research team searching the forests of the Pacific Northwest for a creature who walks like a man and has an uncanny ability to melt into the shadows. The team is confident that their sophisticated technology will lead them to the beast. The Question is: What will they do once they find him? This is the fictional account of the only successful Bigfoot expedition in North America, created especially for Bigfoot enthusiasts from age 8-adult. From Chapter One:Snow was falling, light as a whisper, on the dense Hemlock forest.Here, at the extreme western end of Canada, in the wilds of British Columbia, in the rugged mountains just north of the tiny logging town of Squamish, a man could literally disappear, living for years in silence and seclusion.Sometimes Dr. Morgan Tanner had wanted to do that--just melt away into the woods and become solitary and hermit-like. But he had never completely severed his ties with the human world.He still kept his small, two-room apartment in Squamish. He still sent letters and answered phone calls as a way of keeping the Bigfoot Research Center alive. He still collected his royalty checks from the six-volume set of biology textbooks he had written decades ago, when he was a respected college professor and wildlife biologist.Now, at the age of fifty, he still clung to the idea that someday, after so many years of ridicule and misunderstanding, people would realize that what he hunted was not a legend or a hallucination--it was real, as much a part of the landscape as the grizzly or the otter or the humpback whale.Over the years, he had interviewed dozens of people who claimed to have spotted the big beast. He had personally seen hundreds of the creature's tracks. And one memorable night, when he was camped with Charlie Boatknife up along Sechelt Inlet, he had heard an unearthly sound--a long, drawn-out howl which shook the snow from the tree branches and set Charlie's dogs to barking.But in all those years of searching, he had never laid eyes on the beast the Indians called Sasquatch, "The One Who Walks Like A Man". Today he was driving the old logging road, bouncing along in his four-wheel drive pick-up truck, when he spotted a set of long-striding tracks crossing the snow-covered road in front of him.Tanner slid the truck to a stop and shut off the ignition. In the sudden quiet, he pushed the door open and stepped out. The snow was not very deep, barely reaching the tops of his boots. The wintry air was cold on his bare hands, but he decided to leave his gloves tucked into his coat pocket. He reached around to the gun rack and took down his high-powered .30 caliber rifle, cradling it in the crook of his left arm. Quietly, he closed the truck door.Tanner padded across the road and bent over the tracks, being careful not to step on them. Because the snow was soft and windblown, the edges of the footprints had collapsed, making them difficult to read. But one thing was clear--the tracks were fresh, very fresh."It could be a bear," Tanner thought.But there were no claw marks."Maybe a hunter," he surmised.But the stride was very long. If this print was made by a man, he would have to be a very tall one.The tracks were massive, a good fifteen inches long. And wide, wider than any human foot could ever be. For a moment, Tanner allowed himself to think that maybe he was on to something, something he had hunted with a passionate intensity for more than twenty years.To be continued...