Redwood Adventure

This story was according to Jake.

Jake knew these two guys, I picture them to be the kind of guys you'd see in a Jeep commercial mudbogging. Real weekend adventurers. He never told me their names, so I'll name them Hank and Steve. Both lived in California.

Hank and Steve were sitting someplace, trying to decide what to do with their weekend. Somebody had this idea to go camping deep in the Redwood Forest and hunt for bigfoot.

So they go. Deep in the redwood forest. Easily several miles from civilization and likely no cell phone towers to speak of. They took basic camping supplies, but also a few packs of hot dogs for Bigfoot Bait.
I wonder if Bigfoot likes chili on these.
They hung the hot dogs from the trees and set up their tent. The placed their cameras by the front of the tent and took turns doing watch for the night.

*Snap*

Hank heard it. A stick broke. Something was outside.

*snap* *CRACK* *THUMP*

Something was screwing with the trees outside. It sounded BIG. Hank woke Steve. "Be Quiet Steve, something's out there."

*THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP*

Suddenly, a giant snout pushed it's way into the side of the tent. You could hear the breathing of this giant animal through the tent vinyl. Hank was taken aback, but Steve was calm. "Don't Worry Hank, I saw how to handle this on TV." With that Steve punched the giant animal right in the face. It pulled back and ran into the forest. They stayed up the rest of the night, and it passed without incident.

They packed up the next day, giant tracks circled their campsite. Many hotdogs were gone. Hank and Steve didn't find bigfoot that night, but they had quite an adventure.