FIELD LOG — “Tracks Beyond the River”

I’ve been patrolling for a decade. Yesterday morning, I found a line of prints in the clay—wide-set, heel-to-toe, each step nearly four feet apart.

They stopped abruptly at a cedar grove. No drag marks. No breakage. Just… gone. Ranger Belcher thinks it may be walking streams to mask its path.

Whatever it is — it’s learning.

FIELD LOG — “Footprints in the Frost”

The season’s first frost outlined every secret the forest tried to keep. I found a set of heavy, fresh prints — perfect stride, balanced on slick ground.

I ran for casting supplies.When I came back, the frost was gone.Only the smell of pine and something metallic lingered in the air.

FIELD LOG — “Echoes of Mystery”

We’ve logged a dozen unclassified audio events this month. Each recording follows a three-tone pattern — hoo-hoo-HAA — between 2 and 3 a.m.

Ranger Belcher noted stripped bark nearly eight feet high. Ranger Devine discovered stacked stones — triangular, deliberate. Large footprint.

If Sasquatch exists, it isn’t hiding from us. It’s observing.