This isn’t a long story and it’s one that happened to my dad when he was in his twenties. He told this story to my sister and I when we were kids and ever since we’ve enjoyed listening to creepy encounter stories and the like, especially concerning Bigfoot.
To give a setting, this story took place in central Maine on a back dirt road on the outskirts of my small hometown. It was in the middle of winter during a light snow storm. If any of you are from Maine you’ll understand that the snow does not stop people from going out and living their lives. We’re all very experience and prepared driving through bad snowy weather. My dad and a few friends of his were at another friend’s house very late. Now at the time this old dirt road didn’t have many houses on it and it certainly doesn’t have street lights or anything like that. Today there are more houses but even today you can drive miles before seeing another house so it’s quite secluded. There are lots of thick forests all throughout Maine and here was no exception. My dad and two of his friends finally left their friend’s house around 2am. Snow was freshly fallen on the road and being so late in a secluded place the snow wasn’t very disturbed by other cars. As they drove my dad noticed odd tracks in the road. They looked like human tracks. He and his friends got out of the car to examine them. They did look like human tracks but they were very large, larger than a normal man’s foot print and they were barefoot. The tracks came from one side of the road, followed the road for a little ways, then continued up and over a snowbank and into the woods on the opposite side of which they had emerged. Now no one in their right mind would be out here in a snow storm bare footed at 2 in the morning. All three of the men saw the tracks and my dad swears this to be true. Nothing else happened, it was just a bizarre occurrence that makes him believe not only does Bigfoot likely exists, they’re also close to home.