Picture the scene. I, a young nubile wildlife photographer, found myself lost deep in the woods, face to face with the one they called Big Foot. Let me tell you, it’s true what they say about big feet 😉 because standing before me was half-man, half-beast. His musk of moss and cedar hung in the air, his bare chest heaving and between his legs swung what I can only describe as a glistening furry forest lawn. Picture a mink biting an apple. My mouth instinctively dropped open in surprise and in honesty, anticipated that this was going to be the Loch Ness monster all over again.