Thanks for the follow up - since there is a bear season, I figured there was an explanation beyond Mr Wrekker deciding that no bear was messing with his family (and I don’t mean that in any snarky/condescending way). And I’d rather have a live you then a live bear also. Unless the bear can also post interesting stories on the SMDB - then we might need a poll.
A local bear was deemed a nuisance by the PA Game Commission after he destroyed a couple of swimming pool liners. They set a trap, caught him, then relocated him to somewhere between Blairsville and Johnstown. A month later I got a really good picture of a bear in my yard. Enlarging the picture, I was able to read the eartag the bear had. It was the same bear. He made it back so quickly, the Game Commission guy joked that he must have caught a ride.
In an abundance of boredom the guys are hunting Bigfoot (maybe, hog, maybe bear) this afternoon.
In, another abundance of boredom(and preferring not to get shot) I’m laying in my bed, instead of walking. And posting on the Dope about my st00pid life.
I have 4 dogs, 4 grand-wreks and 2 cats with me. :smack:
I’m telling the grand-wreks stories about Bigfoot. The oldest 2 are listening intently. As I grandify the tales, their eyes get bigger and bigger. :eek:
Seriously, I’m trying to scare them enough they’ll run to their Moms and I can nap. Think I’ll add the tale of the mystery lights on the old railroad tracks. That should do it. Scares the crap outta me, I know that.
Oops. I heard shooting. Sounded kinda close. All the kids are ‘all heads’ under my quilt. Betsy dove under the bed. The Chihuahuas aren’t bothered at all.
My Siamese cats are just disgusted with the whole ordeal. Dirty ‘go-to-hell’ looks on their faces.
I put the Yorkie off my bed. She pees when unnerved. Can’t have that.
Looks like napping will not happen.
Maybe a nice boring B&W movie will put the kids to sleep.
So-- Big Wrek comes in for supper. He sits at the head of his table and lords it over his minions.
We’re eating (Who? Hash, recipe if you want it) and I ask who shot the rifle. He sez-“Not I”, I look at Son-of-a-wrek and he sez–“Wasn’t me”, What???
I’m not dumb, I heard a shot.
I asked, "So who shot at precisely(I made up a time when it approximately happened, Hey! I was trying to nap, gimme a break).
::::crickets::::::
Now-- I know someone shot. My witnesses are 4 kids, 4 dogs and 2 cats. I’m losing my credibility the more I talk. The girls were snickering.
Hamza the PPB sez to me “This is a tough crowd, I’d shut-up if I were you.”
That boy is getting on my s**t-list more every day.
I, being a glutton for punishment, dive in for more. I ask was anyone else here? I have rules about any outsiders coming here right now. Big Wrek & Son both shake their heads ‘No’
Those two sure look alike, and have the same mannerisms. NM, I digress…
I have no way of checking out their story. Proving or disproving is not gonna happen.
Oh, wait. Big Wrek always saves his shell casings. When he takes his jeans off I’ll go through his pockets.
So as soon as Big Wrek came up and changed into his pj pants I went to bathroom, he always hangs his jeans on a peg behind the door. He’s not snoring yet so I pretend to be taking care of my abulutions very methodical like.
I wait til I hear snoring and I reach in his front pockets, lots of junk but no shell casings. Ooh! Two $1.00 coins. I leave them. I’ll catch them in the wash.
Dang it, I just knew I had my evidence.
I picked his shirt up off the floor. Unusually heavy. I ALWAYS check pockets before putting the dirty clothes in the hamper.
Oh, eureka! Two rifle shells.
Hah! Busted!
Let me ponder this out. I put the two casings right next to Big Wrek’s little tub he puts his bridgework in. He’ll see them in the morning.
I spotted the pair of eagles near out house again, didn’t have my camera on me and I was driving with an asshole that wanted to go really fast on a curvy windy country road behind me crawling up my tailpipe.
I am looking forward to moving to Nevada- wildlife pix of all sorts [not just the burros in the DOllar General parking lot =) ]
The guys have come in from their hunt.
Alas, no Bigfoot strapped to the front of the ATV.
Well, I’m kinda happy. I don’t want him to die. I just want him to stand still for a few pictures. And maybe let me procure some DNA. Blood draw and hair clippings.
I asked Big Wrek as soon as he drank his Jack if they got a shot at anything? He just gave me a funny look.
Yep, he knows I know about the recovered shells.
When he started up stairs I told him to empty his pockets before he threw his clothes in the hamper. I heard a definite ‘harumphf’
I don’t mean to pick on the guys…well…yeah I kinda do
Score card:
Beck–1 Bigfoot sighting (yay! Me!)possible movie deal.
Big Wrek–nope, not 1, sighting. 2 Missed shots yesterday
Son-of-a-wrek --Hes not nearly interested enough. He’s just here for the fun. Big fat Zero sightings.
