Am I the only one who had to google “ghillie suit”?
I didn’t have to google ghillie suit. I discovered what they were one day when I was one of those gigantic Bass Pro shops and was kind of freaked out when I saw what appeared to be a Bigfoot wandering around in the hunting department.
It was a true inspiration. Really. Appreciate that! 
I’ve got wallpaper paste and elmers in a big gallon (or close). I’ve stripped lots of newspaper.
The Grandwrex are very curious as to what craft project Nana has cooked up, ‘just’ for them.
Tomorrow we will be covered head to toe in paste and paper. So, so fun!
Racoon rodeo… I’m imagining with a lil’ bit of Yakety Sax.
Thanks for the laugh. Your writing is entertaining and often makes me smile.
Thank you, Legend.
Very kind of you to say.
——Update—----
No papier mache today. Kids are more interested in swimming.
Mr.Wrekker caught 2 of the baby coons in his hav-a-heart trap.
An old man came and got them.
I won’t tell you their fate. PETA might be reading.
Son-of-a-wrek is frying fish on the deck. BigWrek is holding court with the Grandwrex.
They adore him. It’s kind of sickening.
Me and the girls are doing sides. Taters, coleslaw, hushpuppies.
I’m in and out of the doors.
I hear snippets of conversations the kids and Pop-pop are having. What was that? He’s telling them about Boggy Creek where the Fouke monster(local name for Bigfoot) lives.
Oh, my!
That man kills me. He shushed me and Sons conversation at many family dinners, for fear of scaring the kids.
I predict no sleeping tonight. He’s gonna be up if I am. I promise you.
And Sons castings are sitting on the picnic table for all to see. :smack:.
I may call his house at 2am too.
Ah, what am I saying? I think I already told the kids about the Fouke monster.
How do I get myself into these predicaments?
All the coons have been caught and the same old guy came and got Mother Raccoon on Monday.
All caught in the hav-a-heart trap.
The old guy’s not gonna hav-a-heart. He’s gonna BBQ them.
We didn’t tell the kids. Can’t have them freaking out over those sweet little Bandits.
(Crypto-critters notwithstanding.)
Oldest granddaughter figured it out, I think. She was about to sing it out at dinner. I caught her up and told her to hush.
We still havn’t found time to do the papier mache project. Too rainy.
On the far side of the pond Son has a cam that takes a picture when it senses movement. I’m trying to figure out to roll a biggish rock in its view finder area. Bigfoots are known to sling big rocks. I feel like they do it for fun and giggles just to screw with regular humanoids.
Who’s to say they don’t have a comedic bone?
I’ve heard Son wax on for hours about their individuality. Like humans none are the same. One may be in a bad marriage and is stepping out on his wife with a floozy Bigfoot babe. Another may be having problems with a coworker. You can just never tell.
Older, younger. Fatter, thinner. Angry, happy, all different.
(Sounds like a bunch of Dopers, don’t it?)
Son-of-a-wrek has decided we have a youth/teen. Most likely male.
I asked him how he knew it was a teen?
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. He said “The bad music they listen to, of course!” 
No, really, he said the footprints are smaller than he thought a full-grown Bigfoots feet should be.
Oops. I was afraid of that. I miscalculated.
Oh, No!
My Bigfoot butt mooning might not work. When a male bends over, sans BVDs other things peek out.
I’m certainly not making THOSE outta papier mache. Nope. Don’t think I could do that.
When I die and become a famous artist I’d prefer a study in ‘Bigfoot Butt’ (with dangly bits) not be my legacy to the Art world and Mankind. (An original Beckdawrek found in an old cabin in Arkansas, it’ll be worth the big $$$ at Sothebys)
I have to rethink my Bigfoot mooning.
Oh my morning sojourn with the dogs I rethought my ‘Bigfoot Butt’ mooning conundrum.
I think ‘Hair’ will save me.
Yep. Hair it is.
umm…
When a male bends over–and keeps his knees together----his dangly bits do their dangling in front, and won’t interfere with the view of a good mooning…
(this information is offered free of charge, as part of our eternal quest to fight ignorance.)
'Cause we Dopers wanna see the news headlines: “Big Butt verified”.
I’m afraid Bigbutt won’t follow direction and keep his knees together.
That is truly a revelation.
Fighting ignorance, indeed.
Thanks so much. Appreciate it.
(Now to get the brain bleach out)
Or, if said mooning were at an angle, say, 45 degrees from the camera, the dangly bits would be hidden behind the leg, unless [del]you’re[/del] Bigbutt were about a foot from the camera, in which case the dangly bits could be below sight lines
Just wanted to say how much I’m enjoying this story: A lot.
Yes, yes. Angles and hair. This will save me.
(I like your Doper name, btw)
My cat is on my lap and he’s trying to decide if my giggling is disturbing him.
Not ONCE in my convoluted life, did I ever figure to be involved in a conversation about dangly bits on a Bigfoot.
~VOW
~VOW, I hear you girl.
I never thought it would be a subject I would contemplate over a 24 hour period, much less type it on a message board.
But, here (hair) it is.
Wasn’t Kid-Wrek a sniper in the service? Crap pulled off a ghillie suit might be too recognizable to one what wore one professionally.
It fooled him good.
So far.
Big ideas- bad weather
I was going out after rest of the family is asleep. I intended on doing some rock throwing and maybe a stick or two.
To get to the other side of the pond without being seen on the cameras I’d have to take another route. I found some biggish rocks today and stashed them.
I don’t think I can go out. The weather ain’t cooperating.
b. chasing the moon.
No you are not.