Dear lowbridge,
So, now, by that second picture you added, am I to be “the sasquatch of The Free Republic”?
You know there might be one out there. You have heard that weird sounding howl echoing through the woods at night. You made a molded form of the tracks you have found, and they are NOT your lost uncle Harold’s, fer sure! You even caught a whiff (ugh!) of it, downwind, on a clear day.
OOOWW-OOOOOO! (cough, cough, cough!) :)