"Don't we have enough stock already?" Said James, and Robert chuckled. "Oh, but we're not going hunting for just any stock. We're hunting for Sam Squatch."
Sam Squatch was a legendary wild human, on the level of bigfoot or the loch ness monster of our world. It was said no one had ever managed to capture him, some say because he could outsmart any hunter. Others because he doesn't exist.
"Seriously?" James asked ""We're going on a goose chase?" Robert suddenly turned deadly serious "This is no goose chase, son. I've seen Sam Squatch with my own eyes, about when I was your age. Your grandfather took me hunting one day, and we ended up getting separated. That's when I saw him, clear as day. He was an albino with long white hair, but looked no older than his mid twenties. He ran off and I tried to chase him, but he got away. I eventually found my father again and told him what happened, but he didn't believe me."
"You're just messing with me, aren't you?" Said James as they got into the truck and drove off. "Not at all. We're going to catch him, I feel it in my bones. Just wait."
They drove several miles to a forest on the edge of the county. "Here we are. Somewhere in there, Sam Squatch is waiting for us." James highly doubted that, but decided to humor his father. After a few hours of searching, they had found nothing and were about ready to call it a day when...
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