Whoa. Espionage and tomfoolery. Counterespionage and tomfoolery. Counter-counter espionage and tomfoolery. If you come out on top on this one, Beck, as I believe you will, would you consider directing the CIA?
Can’t wait for the report.
So…I got out. I told Big Wrek I’d go check on his cat. I looked in she was snoozing.
I slipped around to the garage and got Bigbutt out from under a cabinet.
I felt kinda stupid carrying a big butt down to the pond. It looks good like I said.
But, I hope Mr. Foot doesn’t see it and think “OMG my new Woman Bigfoot has finally walked into my life.”
That might result in unfortunate developments I’d rather not think about. 
I got down to were the camera was tied to a stump. I can hear the shutter sound if I listen carefully. And I know how long I have to get the butt in place before the next pix is taken.
I got it in 2 seperate shots. I thought about doing more. I decided not to push my luck. Less is more, in this case.
I scuffed the ground up. No real foot prints.
Now to just wait.
The games a-Bigfoot, as it were.
Dear Ms. daWrek: While reading this ongoing tale I occasionally worry that when you are in the dark, pretending to be a large nonhuman animal, that you might possibly get shot.
Is that a totally irrational fear?
Yes. No one here in these woods but us chickens. I make a habit of knowing where everyone is. They all sleep at night. Unlike myself.
I’m more in danger of falling in the pond or stepping on something untoward.
I’m pretty sure I know the trails and obstacles.
But…shit happens to me… in a way that would scare most folks.
I’m used to it, though.
No need to worry.
I have been following your adventure with great interest and I just thought of one question: Do you ever plan to come clean to Sonofawreck?
Oh, yes.
The punking reveal is worth all the trouble and nighttime walks, I’m taking.
My plan to to sustain it as long as possible.
Yep. I’m bored and need a real life. 
So…Im watching 2 hour special of “Finding Bigfoot” getting ideas.
My head is swimming.
Who knew they whistled? I can’t ask Son-of-a-wrek. It will give away my plans.
I also learned 2 Bigfoots are not BigFEET. They are Bigfoots. Weird.
If you have a junior Sasquatch, is it a Big Feetsie?
~VOW
I hear, from unnamed sources, Bigfoots always baby talk their babies calling them Big tootsies and blowing on their feet.
(Just a bit of color commentary to keep things interesting) 
yeah,but around your neck of the woods,it’s not really a bigfoot…
It’s a BigButt.
So I s’pose it calls its baby Big Tushy. 
Oh, I 
baby butts,
~VOW
Mr. Bigfoot do NOT called your beloved Big Booty.
Just take it from me, she won’t like it. 
----Being bad @ the Lakehouse----
Mr.Wrekker sanitized everything yesterday before I would agree to come out here. It’s just us family that have been with me for the duration.
Of course the bathroom was not up to specs. Luckily I came, prepared, with a thingy of Clorox wipes and turned that problem on its ear.
The guys and kids were down on the dock fishing and I decided on a little prank. There’s a screened in porch. Around the bottom it appears some wildlife was trying to enter in several places. I went around and used my ‘vast’ artistic 
, abilities and made a couple undefined foot prints. I broke some twigs off the weedy plants back there.
This house is closer by 30miles to the legendary Fouke monsters stomping grounds.
Son-of-a-wrek will eat this up.
Stay tuned for developments…
b. making mischief, a—gain.
BIG-BOO-TAY! TAY! TAY!
[Also, goddamnit, everytime I try to post just the above the nannyware asks me if I’m sure it’s a complete sentence and won’t let me post it!]
Yeah, but if that were to happen, you could make a TON of money selling your story to the National Enquirer.
New Developments:
I decided my Bigfoot booty call didn’t show up on the camera.
Son-of-a-wrek has never mentioned it.
So I dragged my Stoopid butt down there again. My Stoopid Bigfoot butt has kinda got mishaped in the humidity and heat. But I was able to make it work.
I got down there and couldn’t find the dang camera. I was about to give up when a cloud moved from in front of the moon and I found it.
Funny, I shushed myself. What’s wrong with me? 
I got it in position and waited for the shutter sound. Jerked it back. And repeated it 2 more times.
The clouds kept going by and the lighting was good. Kinda eerie and hazy. Yep. This is gonna be good. I just know it.
The thing is Son has been working. But his place of work are shutting down again and he’s off all next week. He’ll be here everyday working for Big Wrek who’s off in Georgia.
He’ll goof off most of the time. Kinda how he rolls. He’ll have time to nurse his Bigfoot theories, again.
Maybe he’ll quit going on and on about how COVID got to the U.S.
(No, dear Son. Obama had nothing to do with it. It was the bats. Remember?)
I kinda hate messing with his head. But it’s so easy. And fun.
I can’t wait til he checks his cameras.
b. dragging a big hairy butt around, in the woods. God, I’m glad I don’t have neighbors.
What a fascinating thread. Beck’s grandkids will fondly remember the summer of 2020 for the rest of their lives.
Someday, Bigfoot stories will be retold and embellished for the great-grandkids. Fondly remembering all the family members that were involved.
Hi Acey, haven’t seen you around much.
I’ve said it before the pandemic quarantine might be the making of these kids.
I’m such a good influence.
I know I’m having fun.
I had Son help me do some stuff today. And there was a badminton-in-the-sprinkler tourney. So he didn’t get down to the pond and cameras today.
Maybe tomorrow.