LOL! When my dad was in high school, he'd been out late drinking so he wanted to sneak in at my grandparents' dairy without waking anyone. Well, being the Oregon coast, it rains a lot and that night the road up to the house was flooded and he'd make too much noise trying to speed through it, so he decided to just take a nap and try before sunrise.
The area bordered on state forest land and rose up into thick forested hills. Anyway, he dreamed that there was a big full moon rising over the hills and in its light he could see a bigfoot quickly approaching him down the road!
He woke up with his heart racing and glanced up to see a big full moon rising over the hills!
He decided he'd rather get a thrashing from my grandpa than spend a second more out there!
Hearing that story, anytime we'd be camping and I'd hear brush rustling and rocks being knocked off the hillside, I was sure it was a bigfoot and would stay in my tent, even if my bladder was needing emptying!