Grady had always dreamed of bagging a cryptid. He had grown up watching old monster movies and reading Bigfoot stories. His old room had stacks of magazines about alien sightings, ghosts, and zombies.
Even as an adult, he never quite lost his interest in the preternatural, but alas, with rationality came the realization that such creatures would probably only ever be real in the human imagination. Still, his fascination with cryptids had driven him to be a big game hunter. No one had ever successfully hunted Bigfoot, but the world had plenty of real and fascinating creatures to track.
Even so, his dream of one day capturing or killing a cryptid always stuck with him. He traveled the world pursuing rumors and reports of demonic hounds that killed livestock or or shape-shifting bipedals