man, i remember this one night my car broke down on this old country road(this was before I had the civic). i had pulled off to the side and got up underneath there to see what was up cause I was a submarine mechanic at the time. hadn't been under there five minutes when i seen a pair of hairy-ass huge feet and ankles with no pants on. i slid out and looked up and it was a dogman. we locked arms overhead immediately in a demonstration of power and it was quickly apparent that even though he was 12 feet tall, I was the stronger man(i did bodyweight exercises like muscle-ups at this time) and i started wearing him down. he started weeping as i continuously began forcing him to kneel, then in a desperate power play, he pulled out some wrestling fire-paper and tried to throw it in my face but failed. he burned all the hair off his own face and looked like a mexican caveman. but he took off running into the woods when i called him a bytch and i never seen one again after that. this was probably fifteen years ago or more and in north carolina.