Bigfoot? What do you think?

[trax]

He blinked only half believing what his eyes told him were true. There, on the page before him, was his name. His name associated with his arch nemesis and nefarious ski instructor, Dick Sleeping. He knew him by a different name in those days. But it didn't matter. It was clear enough who this fiend was. It was equally clear what he needed, some say had to do.

He pushed himself away from the computer and wiped a calloused hand across the three day old stubble that painted his chiseled jaw. "Yeah", he thought as he shook his head in agreement. "Looks like it's a$$ whoopin' time again."

Quickly swilling done the cold, acidic coffee from his mug, he settled back in to the computer chair, interlaced his fingers and gave his knuckles a satisfying crack...reminiscent of small, timed explosives. He leaned forward and began to type.

"It's go time, Junior" he muttered quietly, smiling to himself....

(cue Gothic music here)

[crashdive123]

He blinked only half believing what his eyes told him were true. There, on the page before him, was his name. His name associated with his arch nemesis and nefarious ski instructor, Dick Sleeping. He knew him by a different name in those days. But it didn't matter. It was clear enough who this fiend was. It was equally clear what he needed, some say had to do.

He pushed himself away from the computer and wiped a calloused hand across the three day old stubble that painted his chiseled jaw. "Yeah", he thought as he shook his head in agreement. "Looks like it's a$$ whoopin' time again."

Quickly swilling done the cold, acidic coffee from his mug, he settled back in to the computer chair, interlaced his fingers and gave his knuckles a satisfying crack...reminiscent of small, timed explosives. He leaned forward and began to type.

"It's go time, Junior" he muttered quietly, smiling to himself....

(cue Gothic music here)

Having finished his keyboard attack of the man that had haunted him for most of his adult life, causing sleepless nights, and a constant look behind him for fear of being followed, he now felt at ease. There was a calmness that came over him as he thought about the four ruined marriages and excessive drinking caused by the torturous thoughts of that fated day in 1976. He became eerily calm as he stared at that trophy goat head mounted above the news paper articles and photographs of Peter. He had feared that he would never find the man who last posted on Wilderness Survival Forums almost seven months ago. But now - all is right in the world.

[Winnie]

Hang on a minute...... Have I just stepped into one of those twilight zones?

[Rick]

Until he heard those fateful words, "You've Got Mail," chiming from the speakers on his computer. "Well, that was quick," he thought to himself. "Too da**ed quick". He sat with his hand poised over the computer mouse like a gunfighter standing in a dusty street in the noon day sun. He chewed a bit on his lower lip as he waited for the message to appear on his screen.

"Long time, no see," was the opening line of the email.

[trax]

Until he heard those fateful words, "You've Got Mail," chiming from the speakers on his computer. "Well, that was quick," he thought to himself. "Too da**ed quick". He sat with his hand poised over the computer mouse like a gunfighter standing in a dusty street in the noon day sun. He chewed a bit on his lower lip as he waited for the message to appear on his screen.

"Long time, no see," was the opening line of the email.

The vein pounding in his forehead, his left eye twitching uncontrollably, he tried to fight down the oncoming sense of rage. It was hopeless, he knew and as the cacophonous laughter of serious deer hunters echoed through his head he threw the keyboard, smashing it against the cold and uncaring horns of the goat mount.

"NOOOO!!!" he screamed, "NOT Dick Sleeping!! Not Dick Sleeping!!"

[Ken]

His hand squeezed the mouse as he scrolled to read the message on his screen. He could almost hear the nasally voice he had come to despise speaking the words as he read on. Vivid images of Peter the Dick taking charge of the bunny slope, trying to impress the 16 year old girls with his intermediate skills. Memories of thickly applied "zinc" warding off sunburn from Peter's prominent nose. The 8-Track player stolen from Randy's truck during the 10 minutes that Peter had left the lodge....

And what is this? Peter is taunting him because he is now married to Josephine, Randy's first wife? Does Peter know what Randy discovered on his wedding night? Does he know that Josephine was Joseph before the surgery?

[BLEUXDOG]

Ya'll are SO Wrong!!!

[Sarge47]

Then came those weird flashbacks; it was some nasty leftover psycosis from the bad acid he used to do while listing to the "Dead" jam on the 8-track. "Wait a minute!" he cried aloud, "I never had an 8 track!" Then there was something about "the wall of God," and a man in a Twinkie suit...

[hoosierarcher]

I don't know about Bigfoot but I was married to Big Squat.

[Rick]

He had surprised himself at having landed the keyboard so precisely on the horns of the goat mount. And he smiled as he gave the cord a flip and deftly caught the keyboard in his outstretched hand.

He needed to calm himself down and a stiff drink was just what the doctor ordered. He slid the desk drawer open and gently lifted a bottle of VAT 54 from it's hiding place. He popped the cork, slowly poured a fist full into a water glass and placed the water glass in the desk drawer. He took a long pull off the bottle before running the back of his hand across his lips. The French wouldn't approve of his drinking style but he never liked them anyway. French Canadian...maybe. But certainly not real French. Not escargot eating, never shave your armpits French. He shuddered as the thought of an unshaven French maiden flashed through his mind. Oh yeah, she might be a looker with a great set of gams but that whole lumberjack thing bothered him. It reminded him too much of Josephine...or Joseph and his four hour marriage. He eyed the glass sitting all alone in the drawer and needed something to wash away bad thoughts. He hoisted the glass and said, "Here's to you Jo. You were a h**l of a dame... or guy." and finished it in one drink.

[Sarge47]

As he slammed the glass down he realized that no matter how he drank, there was still an attraction there...feelings that he never really understood.
"AGGGHHH!!!" He cried out: "This is wrong on so many different levels!"

[Ken]

As he slammed the glass down he realized that no matter how he drank, there was still an attraction there...feelings that he never really understood.
"AGGGHHH!!!" He cried out: "This is wrong on so many different levels!"

So he called BENESSE. She would understand...........

[Justin Case]

So he called BENESSE. She would understand...........

Or would she ? his mind races as he tries to find the right words, His pulse quickened as he heard her Familiar voice on the other end "Hello", The sweat beading on his forehead "Hello" Shaken, He began to speak,

[Sarge47]

"Have you seen my 8-track?" He asked. "Is Jerry Garcia really Grateful now that he's dead, do you think? Should I move to San Francisco? Who's the guy in the Twinkie suit? He's got the nicest eyes..."

[klkak]

I didn't read all the post in this thread so someone may have already said this. But it looks like a bird about to land under the feeder.

[crashdive123]

The thing about the guy the new fella was attacking (or responding to) is that he hasn't logged on in seven months.

[Ken]

The thing about the guy the new fella was attacking (or responding to) is that he hasn't logged on in seven months.

And won't until he does a Google search on his own name.

[Rick]

He wrapped his paws around the snub nosed .38 and rubbed the barrel softly across his cheek. This was the first time he'd thought about that two timer since the three of them ran into each other on fourth street. He'd always thought that Jo could handle a fifth too well. Call it a sixth sense but he knew something was wrong. Yeah, he'll remember the eighth of June for a long time. What a surprise to run into Jo and Dick Sleeping at nine o'clock that evening. He'd have bet a ten spot she wouldn't have cheated on him. He wouldn't have...oh, whatever.

[Ken]

In retrospect, the faint mustache wasn't really that faint at all. Another sign he'd overlooked.

[Justin Case]

A thousand once treasured memories race through his troubled mind, It Suddenly all Makes sense, The Hairy legs, The flat chest , Of Course he whispered with a drunken sigh, How could i have been so blind,?