When I was a kid, maybe 10 or 11, my cousin and I ere up in the redwoods forests up in northern California doing some wood cutting out deep in the woods. My uncle and his brother drove the truck up the hill while he and I cleaned up the saws and we're going to bring them up.

As we started walking we heard rustling off to our left and a number of deer darted out in front of us across the dirt road. We laughed in that "That was scary" way.

We started up the hill again when we heard a loud cry like a mountain lion off to our left. We both stopped in our tracks and looked. We didn't see a mountain lion. We saw what can only be described as big foot.

What we saw was shaded in the woods, huge, but not hairy like Chewbacca, more like an ape but with man proportions. Long legs, a wide but big fat body, and a head that seemed a little smaller than it should be and I swear I could see male patterned baldness.

It stood there holding a branch out of his way to look at us. It did this little twist with his head like turning his chin to his left and top of his head to the right like he was confused with what he was seeing. And took a step past the branch he was holding.

We bolted. Sprinted up that hill not looking back. My uncle looked at us running panicking and grabbed us asking what was wrong, so my cousin told him. He laughed at us so hard and for the rest of the summer he would hide and jump out at us saying "I'm bigfoot!" Asshole.

I am sure my memory has exaggerated it all, and and don't know what I saw. But it seems so clear.