Our Wilder Selves — The Hunt for Sasquatch in Middle America
I’ve never taken a baseball bat into the woods. Never felt the need. But my dad has—a Louisville Slugger that’s seen better days. The grip wrapped in duct tape, he carries it by the handle, scanning for the perfect snag to give a sturdy thwack. He ambles up to one of the decomposing trees, tapping … Read more