One of my non-Halloween scares was when I worked as a restoration Ecologist in Illinois. Our small crew was clearing fallen trees from a trail in a 1000 acre woodland. For some reason, that whole year we had been talking about a local who always asked my co-worker if he had seen sasquatch yet. The guy really believed it was just a matter of time for our crew. Anyway, my coworker was talking about it again one day and we were all laughing about it.
Later on, while working alone, I saw two crew members, through the trees. They were doubling back to get more gas and oil for our chainsaws. It was November and I was bundled up so I looked pretty big (6'2" tall as well). I put my hood up and waited fifteen minutes for them to get back to the huge White Oak where I was hiding. When they had just past my tree, I jumped out in a dead sprinting bear crawl snorting and gasping. Those big bad lumberjacks screamed like little babies and ran like turkeys. I probably didn't get them as well as I could have since I began laughing at myself as soon as I started snorting.
When we all got done laughing, they all confirmed that they thought I was either a wild bore or Sasquatch. Funny because wild bores aren't found in that part of Illinois and Sasquatch, well, that depends on who you're talking to :-)
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