Looking for Bigfoot, Finding Only Myself.

I devoured my yummy pile of beef scrapings sitting on a tree stump and setting my cardboard plate on an old wire spool in the muddy gravel parking lot just in front of the shack. I may or may not have gone back and ordered more to take with me on my journey, only to stop an hour down the road at a small creek and eat that as well. I believe I identified a small pile of dung near the creek as belonging to a raccoon or other small creature, though it could have been a dog. It certainly was probably not belonging to a large bipedal animal. Or maybe it was, I don’t know, I’m not an expert on shit.