Big Foot, Big Love

2 - Crisp, Cold

So this little sucker starts off in my bedroom. Hah don't get any weird thoughts though because I am a pure man. Or at least I was until I met Bigfoot. 

Anyway. 

There I was getting everything ready for an evening of hunting out in the forest, probably some camping if I didn't make it back before dark. I threw all the shit in my bag and left. I'm done with this house. Get me out I need fresh air and to kill wild animals in peace. 

The trees were beautiful that day as the season was just beginning to turn. Leaves everywhere morphed into a blood red and orange orange. I sighed. The crisp cool early autumn air stung a bit. It's a good pain, though. 

I hope it doesn't rain too hard out here. 

As I made my way up the mountain I immediately noticed something odd along the cliffside: clothes which had been strewn about on the rocks. Oh no, has someone fallen? This was my initial thought, however that didn't quite make sense because who strips naked before falling off of a cliff? Or maybe he has become a frozen feast! 

I did the mother Mary signal on my chest as I approached to bless the poor soul. Strangely enough, nobody was in sight at the bottom. Or anywhere nearby for that matter. Not even another trace of a person. What the hell? Where did these clothes come from? 

I shuttered at the thought. My imagination ran wild as I am the most imaginative in my entire family line (which still isn't really saying much). Before I could investigate further I was sidetracked by the smell of skunk. Good God, I need to keep moving or I'll live in stink for the next week. Foul odorous air filled my nostrils. Gag. 

Continuing up the mountain I went.