First sentence of Prologue: "Gil Mercer loved camping."
My immediate reaction: "Well, this guy's fucked!"
Okay, okay: no spoilers, I promise! I mean, it's not like you're going to get any hints from the title or the cover of the book, right? Anywho, once we make it past the rather brutal wake-up call of the prologue, Rick Gualtieri's "Bigfoot Hunters: A Horror Adventure (Tales of the Crypto-Hunter Book 1)" [noting that is the last time I type out the full title] starts off with a kind of tranquil easiness that belies all that is about to happen to our collected group of innocent (+/-) undergraduates and townspersons. And like, well, every book of his that I've read, the author's prose makes for smooth reading and generates an instant interest in what's going to happen not only in the coming few chapters, but the rest of the book(s) as well!
There was a certain element of uncertainty when dealing with creatures unclassified by science.
Unlike some of his other story-lines - obviously then paying proper hommage and adoration then to the Billverse or the Bent stories - this one starts out at least ever so slightly more in the direction of Young Adult fiction. None of this was 'unwelcome', mind you, and reminded me of more than a few schlocky horror films I've both cringed and laughed at over the years! Still, I did find myself ever so slightly missing a bit more of the adult take brought by (for example) Bill's coven friends or even Tara Bentley and her family and fellow enchanted cast members, which goes a long way to making her seem a lot older than she really is! The BH:AHA(TotCHB1) gang isn't bad by any stretch of the imagination but it has been a long time since I started college. Holy shit, it's been 40 years in fact come this September. No wonder I'm so jaded (not jealous, I definitely said jaded)! Damn kids, bleeding all over my forest…
Rage! He couldn’t remember when he had felt anything other than a seething hatred for all things.
But worry not true believers, for my patience paid off! In patented Gualtieri fashion, the fecal matter is slams right into the rotating oscillator at about the 20% mark - both literally and, um, literaturally (which may not be a real word but you can buy sweatshirts with it printed on them so surely that counts?)! In keeping with the theme of movies, there's hardly enough time to get all your illicit snacks out of your parka and make that first awkward pass at (on?) your date before the send-the-kids-to-bed level carnage commences! In reading terms, it just means you better not blink or you'll miss something or someone flying by! Just about the time you think it's safe to sit back and chomp down some Milkduds, well, we start using words like offal and viscera because, you know, yum! And I bet you guys thought COVID was a bitch, huh?
This situation was rapidly turning into a giant furry clusterfuck.
Overall, I really enjoyed how smoothly this story read, not only from the style of prose but how each layer of this, well, not so much mystery but 'epic event' is unveiled. Sure, like I mentioned, when we started it seemed like all the dumb college kids were going to be slowly but surely wiped out and that would be that. But like so many of his other stories, Gualtieri's ability to weave in seemingly secondary characters and create a much more expansive tale is second to none. The things that happen in the coming chapters to the poor folks of Nowhere, Colorado are truly horrifying. I found myself just wanting to read faster and faster to see how it would all turn out!
As the night wore on, Bonanza Creek became less of a town and more a graveyard.
Yes, there is humor mixed in with all this, fear thee not! Heck, just finding out about Phil is worth the price of admission alone! And don't get me started about what they do with that convenient listening equipment in the van! Plus, if you enjoy a bit of imaginative yet utterly convincing (paleo)anthropology, well, you've come to the right place! It might not jive completely with your more Turd-like approach we've gotten to know in other story-lines, but what the heck, as long as we have some hope for the two-legged things making it out of this in at least a reasonable number of pieces!
I’m not quite ready to start believing in zombie sasquatches.
[reviewer note: though that would be AWESOME!]
Good stuff! Now outta my way, I've got Book 2 burnin' a hole in m'Kindle and shitty March weather doing nothing but convincin' me to keep a'readin'!