My brothers and I used to tent camp a lot. Kids were always welcome. Great fun teaching them outdoors stuff, how to catch fish, birds etc. One of the things we used to do when some new kids came along was first have a conversation about Big Foot and how they like to hang out in the area. We would also inform them that they didn't like fire. Then a while later as it was getting dark, we would start in on the subject of snipe hunting. How easy it was how good they taste etc. My brother would get them all fired up, each gathering up some kind of sack to stick their snipe in etc. I would decline to go on the expedition, As soon as he lead them out of camp I would put on a big brown coat and hat and head out at an angle to find a place to hide. I am 6'4" and in those days weighted in about 250-260 but would stick a few pine boughs in my sleeves and one down the back of my coat. to increase my size effect. My brother would have a the kids going cheep cheep cheep to call for snipe and once I was setup I would start cheeping back to help guide my brother and his flock to my location. Once they got really close I would raise up from my spot with a roar. Interesting reactions, some froze solid in mid stride for a second or two while others took off running immediately and wildly usually in the direction of the camp fire. We were always careful to stay away from any steep drops or fast water. One nephew flew into camp, jumped the fire while screaming Sasquatch. When his mom asked where are your sisters? He replied there is a Sasquatch, not my problem. My youngest who had trouble walking because of cerebral palsy was pissed because everyone except my brother abandon him. Then he was really torched to find out it was a prank, he could have had a heart attack you know. Everyone of them was always gung ho to bring another kid along on the next trip to scare the crap out of them however.
Were we mean or what.
Were we mean or what.