Wonder where you get that notion?
I went to bed. No dice. Cannot sleep. This is night 4, I think. The whole house is asleep.
I got up and came downstairs.
I went out on the deck for air.
I just heard the most hair raisin’ screech. I mean it was loud, folks. I didn’t even have the energy to run screaming into the house. I just sat there.
Either Bigfoot is on the move tonight or I’m hallucinating from lack of sleep.
It’s rained for 2 days. Wildlife is moving trying to eat, that’s to be expected.
I’ve never heard screeching like that. I gotta ask BigWrek what can make sounds like that.
I kinda hate to ask him. He’s beginning to give me strange looks.
At supper tonight me and Son-of-a-wrek were comparing notes (swapping lies:)).
Big Wrek told us to hush we might scare the babies. :dubious:
I think he’s doubting our sanity. I know I am.
(Note to self: try to act normal tomorrow)
I need to speak to Son on the down-low, from now on. Yep. That’s what I’ll do.
My head hurts.
Being insane is tiring. 
Maybe I can sleep now.
That screech is the sound of bigfoots (bigfeet?) in love.
Betsy tries to fake me out
We get out on our walk. Betsy zooms way ahead of me and turns into brush. The Yappers right after her. The direction they take is toward the boundary of the state owned acreage. I’d prefer that they not go that way. I whistle and Betsy yodels back but doesn’t come toward me. I whistle again. The come to me ‘whistle’. She continues on her chase.
Well, crap. I’m gonna have go get her and leash her. We will have a talk about not obeying me.
She’s baying something before I get to her. Oh, man. I hope it’s not the bear or a big old hog. The Chihuahuas meet me coming. I leash them up and unshoulder the rifle. Betsy is screaming it seems.
Now, I’m dragging 2 uncooperative Chihuahuas and a Yorkie squirming in my pocket. And my Beagle sounds scared.
When I get to her she’s got 2 paws up a tree and barking her brains out. I holler for her to get over to me. She starts over but turns back around and trees on the next tree. What?!? Crazy dog has 2 things tree’d in 2 different trees.
I don’t wanna go under either tree. I cannot tell what it is. I implore Betsy come to me, again. Nope. She won’t leave the trees.
Dragging my entourage I reluctantly go toward Betsy, looking up. I can’t see anything. A coon would be hissing and making all kinda fuss for being tree’d.
Squirrels would chatter and keep going higher. It neither of these animals.
She’s never tree’d birds before. I don’t think anything is in these trees.
Or something has been there previously.
What could it be?
Betsy’s not talking.
I doubt the Chihuahuas even know why she was baying at a tree.
Hmmm?
Mysterious.
b. talking to the animals.
--------Son-of-a-wrek spends the night—----
So…he sets up his campsite.
Beer cooler…check
Ashtray…check
Lawnchair on the deck…check
Betsy the Beagle…check
My go-pro…check
I spent a hour or so with him after 2a.m.
Surprised he was still awake by the amount of empty cans littering my deck.
He told me he had heard the knocking noises. No animal sounds, tho’.
This morning BigWrek went out and poured water on his head. I was afraid there was gonna be a fist fight for about 1 minute.
They came it and I cooked them some eggs and sausage. And listened.
BigWrek is not impressed with me and Son’s preoccupation with Big Foot.
You wait and see, BigWrek will be the one who actually sees Big Foot.
But until then:
Beck~1 sighting and many near misses
Son-of-a-wrek~ lots of conspiracy theories
BigWrek~a bad attitude
Beck wins! As usual.
--------beck’s big let down--------
I havn’t been walking the dogs. I’ve hurt my foot.
A series of replacements are doing the honors. Each day they come back with no news. Betsy and the Yappers are doing their normal things.
Son-of-a-wrek decides he’ll walk the dogs, this afternoon… All but Yorkie Grace. No one’s got time for her foolishness.
He comes back at a dead run. The dogs beat him to the deck. I’m looking behind him thinking Bigtoe is right on his heels. WTH?!
He keeps running to the barn and gets an ATV. He has the rifle on his shoulder.
And zooms off.
I don’t know what to think.
Big Wrek comes out on the deck and asked me where he was going. I don’t know. The boy didn’t say anything to me.
I telling him this and we heard 2 shots. BW goes in and gets a rifle and runs to get on an ATV. Oh, good lord.
He zooms off.
I just know Son has gotten a shot at BigToe. I’m feeling bad. I don’t want him dead.
Everyone is on the deck, waiting.
Finally they come back.
BW comes and hands me the rifles. Son is getting shovels.
It was a big feral boar hog. :smack:
I thought I was gonna cry.
b. crippled on the sidelines.
Aww,don’t feel so down, Beck!!!
This is just the start of the real adventure.
You see, that feral boar was about to become lunch for Big Toe.
But then your family shot it.
So now Big Toe is gonna be hungry, and he knows who took his lunch.
And he knows where you live…
My thoughts exactly. :eek:
Plus, unless that boar had opposable thumbs or a prehensile tongue and tail, how do ya splain the trees? Hmm? I haven’t noticed anything telling how tree pyramid thingy came to be.
Eta: I’m convinced it was big toes from mars, or venus.
If I knew how the pyramid was made I promise I’d tell.
**Dork **, I think the feral hogs are decoys. Who knows? Bigtoe might have mystical powers over them (I wish he’d clean their nasty butts up, stinky!!).
I’m beginning to believe the bear might’ve been a ruse to throw Ol’Beck off. I’m gonna get to the bottom of this.
But first I must have a little fun:
—**—beck’s 'bout to bunt— **----
Ok, here’s the plan:
Young Master Wrek (Son) has placed game cameras around about the pond and the pyramid and big bible boulder.
As I don’t possess a Bigfoot suit I gotta get creative. I’m building a fake arm and covering it with fake fur. I gotta do this on the sly. Too many nosy kids asking too many questions.
I’m gonna slip out at night and do the deed!
I figure a coupla of flashes on camera of a furry arm and all hell will break loose.
Then (oh, I’m not done yet), I’m gonna fashion a Bigfoot foot print. And stamp me some foot prints away from the cameras. But close enough they’ll be seen.
My evil machinations scare me sometimes. :D.
I gotta get my foot healed up while I’m creating my fake stuff.
Going out at night is truly scary. I’ll have to keep the flash light off til I get close to a camera. I’ll probably walk right in the pond. :smack:
Now, if the real Big-toe Bigfoot with mystical powers, (who must smell worse than feral hog) will stay hidden til my fun is over we’ll be on good terms.
b. plotting her evil trickery. Stayed tuned…
We really need a “LIKE” button here…
ghillie suits are not very expensive.
The dogs would probably pee on her, if she wore a ghillie suit.:eek:
~VOW
A face mask is cheaper. 
Hey. I got a ghillie suit. That’s a very good idea.
I want that Bigfoot neck gaiter. I know what Son-of-a-wrek is getting for his birthday, now.
Well, I found the ghillie suit. I got it stashed.
:::tents fingers:::: my plan is shaping up, yessiree!
Tonight’s the night. It’s a clear starlit night.
I shouldn’t have any trouble seeing.
If I stop posting it means Big toe has eaten me.
Or, I fell in the pond and the ghillie suit drowned me.
Wish me luck!!
So, Beck…?
Ok, I was worried that her “If I stop posting” might be the last we ever hear from her, but she was dropping bad puns into thread games a few hours after she posted that…