This is a photo from the areas in which I hunt, in an area with historical sightings and myths reaching back centuries, and not far from another area where a buddy saw what can only be described as a bigfoot while spring turkey hunting. It stalked within a few yards of him as he called turkey, and when he moved, it stood up and strode off with nary a sound. There's nothing to the photos other than a field of trees. Ain't they pretty? The tree I'm sitting in has been productive for me over the last 4 years, with a deer a year taken from it, and another dozen a year seen from it, so it's my favorite spot. General consensus is the deer population has plummeted over the decades, and hunter numbers/hours in this area are down. You see this reflected in camps with one deer hanging instead of 8, but some of that could be old timers cherry picking the best years (or those good years could be the cause of the current low population). It would take historic reports to determine harvest numbers.
That said, no footprints noticed over the years, but I've heard branches break, trees fall on a dead still day, heard what sounded like conversation with no visible people, things like that. Nothing definitive. Unless you count footsteps that turn out to be a squirrel rummaging the underbrush.
In the early part of the 20th century, the government reclaimed a bunch of farms all along the southern tier of western New York State. They planted pole pines by the hundred acre, and left other areas to wild-grow mixed hardwoods. The pines are often in regular shapes, rectangles, pines planted in rows. Some of the pines were planted too close together and have stunted growth because of it. When they thinned the pines or got the spacing right, the pines grew tall and straight. When they didn't, the pines interlace their branches and create a wall of annoyance. The nice thing about these dense pines is the deer love it. The bad thing about these dense pines is the deer love it. Either way, you don't sneak there, but the open hardwoods are easy to traverse. The deer traverse all of this with little problem, and often skirt the dense stuff picking a common trail in and out. Pretty nice of them.
Water comes from ponds, springs, swamps and creeks are plentiful, loads of small game, fish, oak and other nut trees, and some farms. Population density is low, but you're never more than 2 or 3 miles from an occupied house or road I'll bet.
We get out from 10 to 20 days a year, in two hours before sunrise, out at sunset.