City Dad
07-07-2009, 09:17 PM
Just returned from a visit to my folks place up in Washington state. They live in Okanogan - I'm sure everyone knows exactly where that is, right?
Anyhow, it's prime Bigfoot country and I was keen to bring back some evidence to throw jauntily into the faces of you nay-sayers.
I didn't have to search far before I found my proof.
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG4972.jpg
Booya! Sas - ta - the -squatch! How ya' like me now!!!
and it was, like WFO on these previously undisovered creatures. Here is a whole crew of Bigfoots right on the lawn of the local church!
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG4980.jpg
Man, I can't believe there are still people who don't believe these things exist right here in our midst!
Later on, my wife thought she saw the infamous Ogopogo, the mythical lcreature of Lake Okanagan (which is actually in Canada and about two hours from where we were... but I digress.)
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG4974.jpg
So, she started to freek out and I was, like, "Jeeze, honey... that's just a garter snake being followed by two juvenile bass. C'mon... that lake monster bs isn't even real... not like the way Bigfoot is real!"
After our hike we went back to camp where grandpa was teaching City Girl and here sister the finer points of soaking day-glow balls of goo.
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG5006.jpg
A cold front had just passed through and the 'bows in this lake were doing a "Sansou" as they hunkered down in the moss eating snails... exactly like they do when the weather is nicer... or when it snows... or when the sun shines... or when it doesn't... or at all other times. But escargot notwithstanding, these chubby salminoids just can't seen to pass up a big, juicey wad of something which occurs nowhere in nature.
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG5007.jpg
with the cooler temps and wind and it didn't look like this would turn out to be much of a flyfishing trip, but remembering the snake incident, we took the girls out in the evening when the ghusts had lessend and gave the rocks a shot just for kicks.
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG5008.jpg
After a bit we came a across a nice little pile and City Girl scored her first smallmouth on a miniature green popper... so, the trip turned out pretty dang cool after all.
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG5010.jpg
If there were larger models in that lake, we didn't come across them. Perhaps they like snails too... or maybe in their old age they'd come to recognize the shadows of the plentiful ospreys which circled over us most of the time. Who knows..
The next day an old highschool buddy of mine showed up with a couple buckets of cherries he'd just picked from his orchard. We at them with grandpappy's ol' fashioned smoke trout.
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG5027.jpg
Everything in this pic was either flapping in the breeze or on the lake shore the day before... life in Bigfoot country has it's perks.
Anyhow, it's prime Bigfoot country and I was keen to bring back some evidence to throw jauntily into the faces of you nay-sayers.
I didn't have to search far before I found my proof.
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG4972.jpg
Booya! Sas - ta - the -squatch! How ya' like me now!!!
and it was, like WFO on these previously undisovered creatures. Here is a whole crew of Bigfoots right on the lawn of the local church!
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG4980.jpg
Man, I can't believe there are still people who don't believe these things exist right here in our midst!
Later on, my wife thought she saw the infamous Ogopogo, the mythical lcreature of Lake Okanagan (which is actually in Canada and about two hours from where we were... but I digress.)
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG4974.jpg
So, she started to freek out and I was, like, "Jeeze, honey... that's just a garter snake being followed by two juvenile bass. C'mon... that lake monster bs isn't even real... not like the way Bigfoot is real!"
After our hike we went back to camp where grandpa was teaching City Girl and here sister the finer points of soaking day-glow balls of goo.
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG5006.jpg
A cold front had just passed through and the 'bows in this lake were doing a "Sansou" as they hunkered down in the moss eating snails... exactly like they do when the weather is nicer... or when it snows... or when the sun shines... or when it doesn't... or at all other times. But escargot notwithstanding, these chubby salminoids just can't seen to pass up a big, juicey wad of something which occurs nowhere in nature.
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG5007.jpg
with the cooler temps and wind and it didn't look like this would turn out to be much of a flyfishing trip, but remembering the snake incident, we took the girls out in the evening when the ghusts had lessend and gave the rocks a shot just for kicks.
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG5008.jpg
After a bit we came a across a nice little pile and City Girl scored her first smallmouth on a miniature green popper... so, the trip turned out pretty dang cool after all.
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG5010.jpg
If there were larger models in that lake, we didn't come across them. Perhaps they like snails too... or maybe in their old age they'd come to recognize the shadows of the plentiful ospreys which circled over us most of the time. Who knows..
The next day an old highschool buddy of mine showed up with a couple buckets of cherries he'd just picked from his orchard. We at them with grandpappy's ol' fashioned smoke trout.
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/Washington/CIMG5027.jpg
Everything in this pic was either flapping in the breeze or on the lake shore the day before... life in Bigfoot country has it's perks.