I’m a park ranger who’s tired of park ranger stories. (2)
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I lingered on the edge of the scene and was able to find some decent tracks. Whatever it was was massive. I pulled out a tape measure and measured the footprint at over fifteen inches.
I took some more pictures and then went back with the rest of the rescue crew. It was starting to get dark. I knew I wouldn’t find anything right now anyway. We had been tearing through the woods with all the subtlety of a fourth of July parade. Anything that might have been around was scared off by now.
I tied a handkerchief around a tree branch and pounded it into the ground close to where the tracks started so I would have a good place to begin my track tomorrow.
Someone had run back to a veh...
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