Monday, December 15, 2014

Slough-scapin’ …

     Howdy do!  After havin' our encounter, one of the things that I began to do while bein’ out there in them woods was to photographically document our trips to Caddo Lake.  I am not by any means a professional photographer; as a matter of fact, I damn-near failed my photography classes when I was in art school!  But over the past several years I made a point to stop occasionally, no matter what I was doin’ durin’ my sloughstalkin' to record what-all I was seein’.  I have been truly blessed to witness my share of beautiful sunrises & sunsets while doin’ my time in the grime!  These pics are some of my favorites, are very candid and as best as I can describe, shots I’d simply categorize as slough-scapin’.  The beauty of the swamp has both captivated and mesmerized me since I was a child.  Doin' my time in the grime does have its perks, so I hope y’all will enjoy these!
One peacefully calm mornin' overlookin' Goose Prairie in early spring; a bit too early for topwaters ...
Dawn patrol; early one brisk spring mornin' in 2014 headin' towards Jackson Arm and the Caddo WMA.
Beyond this mirrored cove I would pole for hours through the Cypress knees and into the flooded forest ...
Another mirrored mornin' on Caddo ... headed towards "Old Folks Playground" and the Louisiana line.
Mossy Break lookin' toward Jackson Arm in late March; I used this pic when I created my blog's masthead.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Retrogressin’ …

     Howdy!  While gettin’ the Landrum household ready for the upcomin’ holidays, I had spent some time goin’ through a bunch of old huntin’ gear.  I came across a cache of stuff that brought back some fond memories, and wondered why I still kept some of it.  I guess I’m sorta retrogressin’ … ‘cause my hapless old ass cain’t seem to part with most of it.  I’m old school, but border on bein’ a hoarder!  Seriously, how much crap can one man keep?  I thought y’all might get a kick outta some of this stuff, so, here goes:  Jon-e Hand Warmers … any of y’all remember these?  Fill ‘em, light ‘em and presto … you got heat!  Just don’t ever stick ‘em in the pockets of your favorite flannel huntin’ shirt … unless you like your breasts overcooked.  You used to be able to purchase these at most any small-town store that sold sportin' goods such as Otasco’s or Western Auto (yeah, I’m showin’ my age).  These oversized lighters were a must for anyone huntin’ in cold, damp conditions like bays or swamps and would burn strong for several hours.  I even have a can of fluid … which is almost full.  Just for sh¡ts & giggles, I looked for these online and was shocked at what they are now goin’ for … that is, if you can still find ‘em.  Due to the fact that the Farmer’s Almanac warned us that this winter would be much colder than the last, I think I’ll be holdin’-on to ‘em … as in, very dang-shortly!    
 
     Remember the Wrist-Rocket?  I still have and regularly use mine ... replacin' the rubber tubing annually.  I remember gettin' this jewel for Christmas back in 1972; incidentally, I also remember gettin' my ass tore-up for aimin' it toward someone.  Paw-paw Jones did not appreciate the small wild melon that mysteriously splattered at his feet from 75-yards away.  I have always been deadly accurate with it.  Combined with a Crown Royal bag full of marbles & steel bearin’s … I would varmint hunt with it, and still carry it in my boat wherever I go.  I’ve kept many a gator that got too close to my rig while fishin’ at bay; a steady aim followed by a good “thunk” on the noggin and they usually go elsewhere!  I guess that since the game wardens might be readin’ this, they might-just ought to appreciate the fact that I wasn’t ever harrassin’ them gators; I was simply keepin’ ‘em away.  Whenever gators get within’ a push-pole’s distance of my boat while I’m standin’ on the friggin’ trollin’ motor in high-gear, I’d say that I’m pretty-much well in fear for my safety.  Y'all please realize that it’s better than the alternative; ‘cause I’d rather not have to dispatch one, know what I mean?

     Here’s my trusty old Benjamin .22-cal. pellet pistol … which still fires as powerfully and as accurately as it did in the 70’s.  I still have a can of the original pellets, as well as an unopened package of .22 cal. darts!  The finish is gone, but I ain’t goin’ to try and restore it.  Remember, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!  And if you love it, lube it and maybe the seal won’t dry-out.  At the disdain of my wonderful wife, this old pistol currently resides on a curio shelf, even though it ain’t there just for display purposes.  This beast can still penetrate a galvanized bucket, and even back in the day I preferred it to any of the CO2 models that my buddies had.  And even though I love our resident wildlife, God help the next friggin’ squirrel that decides to gnaw on the keel of my dang kayak!  Again, since the game warden might be readin’ this … if that were to happen … there won’t be any dang wanton waste; it’ll simply get added into my next gumbo.  Period.  I make a mean squirrel gumbo.  And in no way, shape or form do they taste anything like chicken ...

     I also found several pairs of coveralls that I no longer wear, but cain’t seem to part with.  They just don’t make ‘em as well as they used to … nor do they make these patterns anymore.  Talk about retrogressin’ … I'd come across my traditional brown camo, original Realtree and Trebark.  I’ve even got the matchin’ gloves, hats & overboots as well.  Now, don’t y’all be makin’ fun of my friggin’ overboots; ever sit up in a tree stand or a duck blind in the extreme cold for an extended amount of time?  I’m talkin’ about at a time before there were boots made with Thinsulate.  Wearin’ these gems would keep my toes from turnin’ friggin’ blue!  And speakin’ of which … who could forget them battery-powered electric socks?  I got a pair of ‘em as well.  I bought these long before I discovered overboots.  The wires rubbed blisters, and the battery packs usually bruised my ankles.  They worked, but usually not when or for as long as I actually needed ‘em to.  But they don't have any holes in 'em, which is usually when my old huntin' socks become shop rags ...
 
     Before the days of hydration packs, I simply carried a canteen or a bota-bottle.  Hell, they didn’t sell or even have bottled-waters back then!  The bad thing about these two types of containers is that A: neither held very much, and B: both sloshed loudly while traipsin’ around through them woods.  I fashioned a custom Trebark cover for my old canteen to insulate it, and then found this bota bottle that was puncture-proof as well as bein’ insulated.  I’ve not used either in years, but just cain’t seem to part with ‘em.  Oh, wait, I have used the latter; but, only to transport bourbon or rum.  Incognito that is, when I feel like retrogressin’!  Y’all take care and be safe out there in them woods …

Friday, November 14, 2014

Exploitin' ...

     Howdy!  What's up with all of these new "Bigfoot" and cryptozoology themed shows?  Have the networks lost their friggin' minds? This post has been a long time comin' and I feel that I'm long overdue for postin' a good rant.  My ADD and mini-man madness has kicked-in, so put yer pads on, in or whatever ... 'cause here it comes!  What in the Hell is goin' on with documentaries, and namely ... what I can only describe as "Surreality TV"?  As if cryptozoology wasn't already considered fringe science, it seems that its reputation has gone off the deep end due to extreme exploitin' by a few cable television networks.  For example, what used to be considered a channel that featured awesome science & nature documentaries has stooped in attempts to get its audience duped; as in, to watchin' somethin' that is a blatant friggin' dramatization of misinformation.  And not just once ... but twice!  The sad thing was, that durin' both of these "megalo-maid" broadcast fiascos ... ratings were goin' through the friggin' roof.  So, what does that say about us?  Even though we didn't really discover anything, it says a lot about what's drivin' the science of documentaries these days.

The late Robert Guenette was one of the first
documentary directors to introduce newsreel-
styled documentaries in the 60’s, and directed
the unforgettable National Geographic Specials
TV series.  In 1975 he wrote and directed The
Mysterious Monsters narrated by Peter Graves,
which was the first movie to feature the historic
Roger Patterson footage of a “Bigfoot”.  I had the
privilege of viewin’ this flic back in the day as a
teenager at the old Martini Theatre in Galveston,
Texas.  Incidentally, I had also come across and
purchased his book by the same title a year later.
     Another network, which used to be my go-to channel for animal documentaries has been lookin' for "Bigfoot" for the past few years.  I'm sorry, but does anyone think that they are actually goin' to find anything at the end of one of those shows?  Not no, but Hell no!  I sincerely apologize to some of the cast members, but I calls 'em likes I sees 'em.  Yeah, that's right; I said it ... 'cause if anyone had actually ever found anything, it would have been national-friggin'-news long before anyone would have time to film a dang TV show!  The sad part about this kinda crap is that it hurts the integrity of anyone doin' serious field research on these mystery animals.  Thanks to programs like this, just try gettin' permission to access private properties or sendin' in an unknown blood, hair or tissue sample to a lab for analysis.  Good luck; 'cause unless you got the jack, there ain't goin' to be no hearin' back from most landowners or reputable facilities.  The whack-factor is closin' doors just about as fast as it's closin' minds ...

     And now, some of these offshoot networks are really friggin' reachin' with these groups of larger-than-life wannabes who are huntin' animals that are so ridiculous that one has to wonder what the producers were on when they came-up with this crap.  Your destination ... America, is a repetitive ride through the lower intestines of television.  First of all, please God tell me that none of these idiot's weapons are actually loaded!  I seriously doubt it, 'cause they'd have a hard time gettin' these productions insured.  Normally, this channel airs some fairly decent outdoor shows; however, the ones that I'm referrin' to here ain't anywhere near legit.  Second, I'll admit that I'm fat, but some of these corn-fed chunks have abso-friggin'-lutely no business runnin' around gettin' overly excited in a dangerous environment.  Bottom line is, somebody's goin' to get friggin' hurt.  Period.  God forbid, if anyone has to haul one of these porkers outta the woods to get some medical attention, they might think twice before castin' such portly characters!  And third, not all of us southerners are stereotypes, and I'm sure that most Alaskans ain't runnin' around in animal skins either.  I think the premise for the majority of these lame-ass shows is, the need for a serious friggin' intervention!

     What happened to the days of true documentaries?  Someone would do a study and broadcast their findings, showing the actual field research and the science behind the find.  I pray that when a wood ape is (finally) properly and scientifically documented, that this animal and subject matter is treated with some dignity.   No overly dramatic musical score scripted with the narrator misrepresentin' the folks that actually did their time in the grime!  I'd like everyone to understand that cryptozoology is simply the study of legendary or undiscovered animals in order to evaluate the possibility or proof of their existence.  In light of what folks are viewin' now, the perception is that we are a bunch of friggin' goofs runnin' around at night in the woods ... screamin' and bangin' on trees.  So, stop with all the exploitin' already; I'm sure that the majority of these network's audiences would much rather view the science and actually learn somethin' for their 47-minutes of television viewin' ...
 
     Let's take a look back at a another of the classics.  What gave me an interest to see The Mysterious Monsters was the release of an earlier documentary-styled film, Big Foot: Man or Beast that I'd seen in 1972.  Bein' only 10 years-old at the time, I never fully appreciated what-all this historical film documentation had to offer until I recently found it on DVD.  If I'm not mistaken, I saw this at the old Martini Theatre as well, prior to seein' The Legend of Boggy Creek.  I had no more interest or appreciation for this genre of film back then than I did for any others at that time; I just liked 'em!  But after havin' our own encounter, I now view these screen gems in an entirely new light.  I think that the new guard needs to take a good hard look at some of these older films, and maybe they wouldn't have to reach so far to try and produce a quality program ... right?  I think that's a wrap.  Y'all come back now, you hear?

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Teachin' ...

A wood ape bust and the old silverback ... one of two
upright bipeds you may encounter out in them woods!
     Howdy-do!  The North American Wood Ape Conservancy was invited by the Baytown Nature Center to help do a little teachin' at their Nurture Nature Festival, held on Saturday, November 1st.  Christina Butcher, Naturalist for the center had contacted the NAWAC to be a part of this fun, free family event!  It couldn't have fallen on a much-more beautiful day, even though it happened to fall on openin' day of deer season (if you're a gun hunter, that is).  Our only other challenge was the 20+ mph. northeast wind, which combined with temps in the low 50's made me wanna nurture my dang huntin' jacket!  I had no idea that this park even existed, and was blown away by all of the amenities it had to offer.  From playgrounds to fishin' to hikin' & bikin' trails, this park is first-rate.  If you live anywhere near the Houston-Galveston area, this park would be well worth the drive to experience for yourselves!  For more information on the park, please visit their Web site at http://www.baytownnaturecenter.org/.
 
     NAWAC members came from as far as the Dallas-Ft. Worth area to help with our outreach, which is to educate the public about the existence of the North American wood ape.  Members who helped included Tod Pinkerton, Daryl Colyer, Travis Lawrence, Tony Schmidt, David Haring, Ken Helmer and myself ... along with family and friends who enjoyed the festivities as well.  While settin' up, we realized that we would have a tough time keepin' exhibit and teachin' materials on our display tables due to the brisk bay breeze.  But as far as the NAWAC goes, our team members always go prepared!  Colyer produced an 8' by 20' blue poly-tarp which we secured as a windbreak.  After goin' through Hurricane Ike, I'd never thought that I'd be so happy to see another blue poly-tarp again!  Ken Helmer and family showed-up, and produced a 4' by 4' full-color printed informational/pictorial banner that he had designed which helped seal the deal as well as bein' another break from that northeast wind.  As the mornin' wore on, we noticed other participants followed suit to help secure their enclosures as well ...
 
The curious crowds visitin' the North American Wood Ape Conservancy displays in our enclosure on Saturday;
pictured answering questions are Daryl Colyer (foreground), Travis Lawrence (left) and David Haring (right).
 
     According to Park Superintendent Tracey Prothro, close to 2,500 folks came out to attend this awesome event.  From the curious to those who were somewhat familiar with this undocumented mystery animal, the NAWAC answered any and all questions to anyone who asked.  There were even a few witnesses who provided their brief encounters, as well as one that I found particularly interestin'.  An older gentleman stopped by and inquired about this animal, and had stated that he used to be a hunter.  After a brief conversation with Daryl Colyer, he asked what kind of vocalizations this animal made.  Colyer answered that he has heard whistlin', grunts, and cries or howls from these animals ... and went on to elaborate that he's even heard a type of chatter.  That's when the old hunter then asked, "What type of howls?"  Daryl answered, "Well, not really an 'ooo' sound, but more of an 'awww' sound."  At that point, the old hunter said thanks and walked away.  Hmmm, interestin'; I guess that Daryl answered his question correctly, and maybe that's why the old southern gent said that he used to hunt.  One has to wonder; I don't know what else could keep a true hunter from pursuin' his passion.  Most true hunters are fearless; although, another team member said that some of his huntin' buddies simply don't wanna know that these animals are out there.  I guess that if you have the understandin' that this is a real animal and not a "monster" you won't have fear; just awe and appreciation of one of nature's wonders.  Folks, this is why we're out there teachin' ...
 
It appears that almost everyone was curious about wood apes!  Pictured are Ken Helmer and Daryl Colyer;
Tod Pinkerton explaining what the NAWAC is all about; Daryl and Tony Schmidt field some crowd questions.
     For more information on the North American Wood Ape Conservancy and any future community outreach events, please visit the NAWAC Web site or our Facebook page.   Recognition of the species and teachin' folks about this mystery animal is an important goal.  And once this animal is finally properly and scientifically documented, then we can move on to the next step … which will be the protection of this species and its habitat.


Friday, October 31, 2014

Rustlin' ...

Boo! A doe gets busted ...
     Happy Halloween, y’all!  Not everything that goes bump in the night is scary ... even in the deepest, darkest woods.  Now, I ain't one of them "Bigfoot" researchers that are goin’ to claim that every friggin' shape & shadow caught on my cams could possibly be a wood ape.  Nope!  As a matter of fact, since my son and I had Our Encounter … we’ve come up zero as far as findin’ any definitive evidence of the animal that we saw waltzin' away from us back in Smith’s Slough.  The followin’ images are cropped from several trail-cam photos that our cameras caught at night out in the Caddo Lake Wildlife Management Area.  And out of the thousands of images & videos I’ve reviewed on our SD cards, these are just a few that might explain what makes some of that rustlin’ folks tend to hear out there in them woods at night.
 
     From coons to coyotes, I've caught all kinds of critters on film that have triggered my trail-cams.  Since it's Halloween, I'll quote Bela Lugosi from Universal Studio's 1931 classic film, Dracula; "Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make."  While the character Count Dracula was referrin' to wolves, this reminds me of similar sounds I hear at night on a regular basis.  Most folks who camp, hunt or live in rural (or now, even urban) areas are used to hearin' coyotes.  I've actually even had them come right into our camp site on occasion.  Though they yip, howl and growl they are actually pretty stealthy while movin' through the leaf-litter at night.  Foxes make some pretty eerie sounds at night as well; but like the coyote, they creep around undetected.  Other critters aren't so quiet ... such as hogs or armadillos.  The mink in the montage below obviously wasn't bein' quiet, as it seemed to be attackin' another critter!
 
A coon, a coyote, a mink, an armadillo and a buck in velvet in caught on trail-cams in the Caddo WMA ...
 
     I've read on some sites where researchers were abso-friggin'-lutely fascinated with eye-shine.  I've spent a bunch of time out there in them woods at night; and in my experience, the only eye-shine I've seen was caused by a light-source illuminatin' an animals eyes.  I'm pretty sure that if I ever came across a critter who's eyes glowed without me shinin' a light on it ... I might just squirt a friggin' grape!  Here is a great example of eye-shine that was caught by one of my game-cams through time-lapse on several frames, from dark 'til light.  This buck was bedded-down in thick foliage, while you can see the antlers of another buck in the daylight shot, which was right in front of my 5th trail-cam "Mini-Thing".  By the way, this model of Moultrie trail-cam was supposed to be infra-red.
 
 
     As cooler weather approaches, I'll hopefully be doin' a bunch more campin' and huntin' out there in them woods.  I'm sure that I'll hear some pretty peculiar things while I'm out there on a few of them brisk, fall nights.  But, unless I hear an animal doin' somethin' a little more substantial than just rustlin' ... I'll be sure to keep the safety on.  Y'all be safe out there, and have a Happy Halloween!

Monday, October 20, 2014

Arguin' ...

     Howdy, y’all!  47 years ago today, on October 20, 1967 … Roger Patterson and Bob Gimlin rode into Bluff Creek and filmed an animal that has yet to be properly scientifically documented.  Fact is, folks have been arguin’ for almost half a century as to what they had actually filmed.  Now, I don’t wanna insult anyone’s intelligence, but almost any outdoorsman who has seen this film should be able to distinguish the difference between a live animal and a man in a friggin’ costume.  Period.  I ain’t goin’ to beat a dead horse for this entry by postin' my personal opinions as to why I deduce that this film was of a real, livin’ critter.  What I am goin’ to suggest is that for anyone … especially the skeptics, to read the book When Roger Met Patty by William Munns.  Afterwards, if skeptics still wanna do some arguin’ ... I would in all probability conclude that those individuals might just be friggin' remedial.  Please excuse my tone, y’all; I'm not tryin' to be mean, but ... I just calls ‘em likes I sees ‘em!
 
     I received this folio on July 30 of this year and have read it twice … as in all 476 pages of it, includin’ the other 15 pages of citations, index and bibliography, etc. thereafter.  If you haven’t already done so, please check-out this fascinatin’ book!  Munns has painstakingly and thoroughly covered all of the bases, while not crossin’ the line with any bat-sh¡t crazy theories or conjectures.  So whether you are a bona fide skeptic or just sittin’ on the fence about the validity of this historic piece of film footage, this casebook is a must-read.  Maybe then, folks who have actually read his analysis might do a bunch-more researchin’ and a lot less arguin’ … so please give it a look-see, and y’all come back now, you hear?

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Reckonin' ...

Yours truly openin' The Bowman Lodge gate ...
     Howdy!  My wife and I just got back from a 1,000 mile round-trip to attend the 2014 North American Wood Ape Organizational Retreat, held at the exquisite Bowman Lodge in northeastern Oklahoma!  The retreat was a recap of the North American Wood Ape Conservancy (NAWAC) field investigations over the past few years, which gave new members like myself some insight as to the depth of our study and the direction we will pursue in the upcomin’ year.  While I won’t ever divulge any information here that might compromise our study, y’all can visit the NAWAC Web siteFacebook page or listen to Brian Brown’s upcomin’ podcast on The Bigfoot Show Blog for more details.  Now a few months back ... I was asked by a NAWAC board member to write an article concernin’ why I had decided to join a group; specifically, why I chose the NAWAC … and to further explain my personal conflict with the kill/no kill stance and the reason that I now fully support the takin’ of a type specimen.  Any of y’all who have read this blog know that it details my personal accounts and the experiences that I’ve had since actually havin’ an encounter with an animal that has not yet been properly scientifically documented.  What follows is the meat from the article I’d submitted to the NAWAC … with a few taters thrown-in along the way!
 
     Growin’ up in the south, huntin’ and fishin’ has always been a big part of my life.  I reckon that I’d much rather spend a day in the woods or on a body of water than almost anywhere else.  I also grew up readin’ about paleontology, archeology and anything concernin’ wildlife biology.  And I can remember seein’ the Patterson Gimlin film on the national news, as well as readin’ about it in several publications, such as my uncle’s February 1968 issue of Argosy or my grandfather’s January 1969 Reader’s Digest.  I can also remember watchin’ several documentaries and movies in the early 70’s on the subject.  However, due to my personal outdoor experiences, I pretty-much well dismissed the fact that there could be an actual animal such as this in my neck of the woods.  I reckon that I fell into skepticism; but only to the point that, because I personally hadn’t ever encountered such an animal, it probably wasn’t very likely that our local flora & fauna supported them.  Wow … how blind, ignorant, arrogant and absolutely wrong I was!
Our gracious host Paul Bowman addresses the NAWAC members and
guests after breakfast, which began our day of recap and plannin' ...
     My son and I had our encounter in June of 2009 and much has changed since then.  I immediately tried to read and view everything that I could on the subject, even reviewin’ the publications and documentaries that I had already seen many years in the past.  I’ve found that the internet is hit and miss; I’ve learned that much of what is posted on the Web is exaggerated and even those stories that I had read in the past were overly-elaborated to the point of bein’ over-dramatic.  I had found several Web sites where there were groups of amateur researchers; some looked legitimate while some preyed upon the novice, and others just flat-out breached beyond the boundaries of the mentally stable!  But upon viewin’ an episode of MonsterQuest, I remember seeing a group called the Texas Bigfoot Research Conservancy (TBRC) who appeared so professional and sincere about their field research that I actually contacted a member via e-mail, and can remember tellin’ him that I thought they were “the real deal”.  Upon further investigation, I decided to attend a conference in Tyler, Texas in September of 2010.  That conference opened-up a new door for me.
     By that point, I was already investigatin’ the area of our encounter.  I had become so obsessed with tryin’ to find out what this animal was that most of my normal outdoor activities were ignored.  I started purchasin’ equipment and game cameras, as well as spendin’ an inordinate amount of time burnin’-up the highway between home and the area of our encounter.  By this time I had made a few acquaintances over the internet, and had hoped to network with these folks to find out if I was approachin’ my amateur research properly.  This is when I started to find out that there are no experts in this field.  Period.  And this is when I learned that there were basically several different species of folks in the “Bigfoot” community.  I had pretty-much well decided that if I wanted to learn anything, I might be better-off goin’ solo.  In several months of communications with one member of the TBRC, I had considered becoming a member at some point in time, but my personal life wouldn’t allow me the time to commit.  I don’t believe in doin’ somethin’ half-assed, so I did not pursue the issue any further.
Daryl Colyer converses with NAWAC team members about past events
and future strategies concerning our ongoing study of the wood apes.
     My main goal was to photograph the animal that my son and I had encountered.  I wasn’t lookin’ for fame nor was I lookin' for any financial gain; I simply wanted to know exactly what type of animal that we had encountered.  I began to photograph and document our trips to the area, but soon realized that I was spendin’ more and more time away from home, and money that could’ve been used for family needs.  My son and I had decided to sleep out in the area of our encounter, with no fire and all of the recordin’ equipment that we owned at the time.  Even though we shared a very interestin’ night with the barred-owls, coyotes and somethin’ unknown that had passed through our camp site, we had nothin’ definitive to show for it.  Afterwards, I spent even more time out there alone; I would scout durin’ the day and roam the sloughs & swamps at night via my bass boat or my kayak.  I went to a second TBRC conference in Tyler, and again had the urge to soak-up anything that this group had to offer.  But somethin’ didn’t feel right on that trip; I felt more like an outsider or some rabid fan that was shunned by the stars.  I had gone as far as to prepare a booklet and CD full of photos and audio documentin’ our encounter as well as my amateur research for one of the keynote speakers, but heard nothin’ further from that person for my efforts.
     It was about this time that I started hearin’ the rumblin’s of the pro-kill/no-kill controversy.  I was raised a hunter and an angler; so if I was going to harvest an animal, it was for food.  Period.  Even though I was a more of a sport angler … practicin’ catch and release long before it became chic, I was not by any means a trophy hunter either.  I thought that if this animal was so rare, why kill it?  Just document it.  Surely if one were to get a good enough photograph, the proof would speak for itself; but in these days of digital photo manipulation and rampant hoaxin’, maybe not.  Bein’ a graphic designer and bein’ very proficient in Photoshop, I could analyze most photos both visually and digitally and immediately decide if somethin’ was real or not.  So in a way, it made perfect sense to harvest a type specimen.  And after readin’ John Bindernagel’s The Discovery of the Species, it seemed that the only way to prove to the masses that this animal is real was to give the scientists somethin’ definitive … as in a body.  And afterwards, maybe the remainin’ population of this animal could be protected.  But, could I pull the trigger if I was blessed enough with another encounter with one of these animals?  For example, if I felt threatened?  Absolutely.  But to hunt this animal just to prove it was real?  That was a very hard question for me to ponder.  Could I look an intelligent being in the eyes and end its life?  Obviously, this animal is very intelligent to have evaded all of us for so dang long.

Our gorgeous view of an Oklahoma sunset as seen from the back porch of The Bowman Lodge ...

     I then read on another Web site that someone from the TBRC had shot at and possibly wounded one of these animals.  The “Bigfoot” community was up in friggin’ arms, and I soon learned from this situation where the term “Bigfootery” had most probably come from!  I couldn’t believe some of the things that were said; but soon after, the TBRC posted a rebuttal to all of the drama that most of the “Bigfoot” community was stirrin’-up over this incident.  I was very impressed by the way that this matter was addressed by the group, and it really opened my eyes to how frenzied the masses became over this animal that has not been proven to even exist.  Hell, I know it’s real!  So close … and yet, instead of realizin’ that this group has been tryin’ to provide definitive proof, they are persecuted by their so-called peers.  I removed quite a few sites from my favorites after that fiasco, and it made me realize that some folks are really both paltry as well as petty.  Sad …
     I continued to socialize with a few folks in the “Bigfoot” community, but in time that bit me more times than steppin’ on a cottonmouth.  The last straw was early in 2013, and I decided to quit interactin’ with “Bigfoot” groups in general.  The last thing I wanted was to be sentenced to death by association with folks in the lunatic fringe.  I did continue to correspond, however with someone who was a great help in the beginning of my amateur research, and actually listened or answered questions when I was in need of advice.  This person was also a member of the TBRC, now known as the NAWAC.  Shortly thereafter, I started this blog … which is my creative release and an escape from my daily grind.  I turned my amateur research documentation into somethin’ fun, but kept on a straight path and didn’t exaggerate or overly elaborate.  Even though I tend to stray from the subject from time to time, I promised myself I wouldn’t delve into the world of “Bigfootery”.  It was through my correspondence with this member and surfin’ through the NAWAC’s Web site that I stumbled upon an event that I decided to volunteer for.
     Through that day of volunteer work, I really began to feel the true worth of this group.  And afterwards, I got to socialize with a few of the members and share some experiences out in the field … which I like to call “doin’ my time in the grime!  I listened to their accounts as well, and was amazed at what-all we had in common.  I seemed to kind-of just fit right in, and realized that these folks actually were the real-deal.  They were genuine, organized and were truly on a mission … not some pipe-dream.  No arm-chair researchers or wannabes; this was an actual team.  Soon after, I mulled over whether or not I could add some worth to their effort.  It didn’t take long for me to realize, well … of course I can, because we share a common goal.  We all just want to know more about this animal that is now bein’ referred to as the North American wood ape.  So I decided to contact the buddy that I had corresponded with over the last couple of years and join.  And I’m very confident that I’ve made the right decision!

The NAWAC Training Camp held in Gilmer, Texas back in March.
     I reckon that the real deal-breaker for me was attendin’ the group’s annual training camp last March; I learned so much in such a short period of time.  It was such a wonderful experience being with like-minded individuals that all worked together as a team.  I was absolutely humbled by the variety of professionals who came from so many different backgrounds to attend this event.  And after hearin’ some of the accounts from the other members, I cannot begin to tell y’all how strongly I feel that this is one of the most important things that have happened to me since becoming involved with this phenomenon.  Please realize that I didn’t choose to have an encounter with this animal, but I chose to become a member of the North American Wood Ape Conservancy.
     I now recognize that this group will most probably be responsible for (finally) properly and scientifically documentin’ this mystery species.  And I now understand that to do this, it will take harvestin’ a type specimen.  Period.  As a member of this team, I reckon that we may finally get some closure on exactly what this mystery animal is, and then move on to the next step … which will be the protection of this species and its habitat.  I now strongly feel that this will be the right course of action; because, if the goal of this group was just to “bag one” for “braggin’ rights” … I reckon that y’all wouldn’t be readin’ this-here entry.  Period.  So until next time, be safe out there in them woods ... and, y’all come back now, you hear?

Thursday, September 18, 2014

UPDATE: BLINDSIDED!

    While catchin’-up from my week in the Ozarks, I read another article by Conor Harrison in the Lone Star Outdoor News which stated that the Texas Parks & Wildlife Department will be extendin’ the use of permanent duck blinds through the 2015-2016 waterfowl season in the Caddo Lake WMA.  Really?  Hmmm, well … no one should stare a gift-horse in the mouth, but it seems to me that this is just a public relations attempt by TPWD’s upper echelon to try and save face.  Sorry y’all, but this issue ain’t goin’ away that easily!  Please don’t insult our intelligence by thinkin’ that folks will forget about this over the next year-and-a-half.  All parties involved should understand that this is a very unique situation.  But at the same time, please continue to appreciate what-all our taxpayer’s dollars help TPWD do for our WMA.  Quite a few of the locals impacted from your mandate have had duck blinds out there three-times longer than your Department’s inception in 1963.  Yeah, I’d say some feathers have been ruffled!  Do y’all not realize that these are the folks who are the true life-blood of Caddo Lake?  The rest of us, includin’ TPWD and myself are just the curators and tourists.  So in this particular situation … I think the locals deserve a much better resolution than an extension on their friggin' eviction notice!  I truly hope and pray that we can all play nice and come up with a solution that’s at least somewhat agreeable to the parties involved.  More to come …

Floatin' ...


     Howdy-do! I just got back from a 1,500+ mile round-trip through one of the most beautiful places in America ... the Ozarks!  Three days of my week of vacation was spent drivin', while the other 3 was spent kickin' back with some friends and floatin' on the White River in Norfork, Arkansas.  What an awesome place, and what a cool buncha guys from Arkansas that I had the privilege to hang with!  This was their 15th year doin' this; I'd been invited for the last 3, but somethin' had always come up that prevented me from goin'.  Believe you me, if the good Lord allows ... I'll definitely be goin' with 'em again next year!

     If y'all recall my post back in May called Relaxin' ... I picked-up my buddy Ty in Plano, Texas and then headed to "Dad's" just outside of Conway, Arkansas.  After "Dad" (finally) got packed, we headed up one of the most twisted, scenic drives through the Ozarks to the Riverside Retreat, which is one of Chris & Carol Jackson's accommodations on the White River, about 5-miles downstream from Norfork. Our crew stayed at the Lodge, which had 6 bedrooms (with 2 bunks, a queen-sized bed and a full bathroom in each room) as well as 2 full kitchens, dining tables and living rooms with a very large adjoinin' front porch.

     Chris Jackson is a fishin' guide and also provided our group with the jet-drive rental boats which were awaitin' everyone at the ramp each day.  I opted to bring my kayak, which provided me with a much more personal experience on the river.  On the first day, I took the 5-mile trip from Norfork back to the lodge.  This allowed me to get the hang of things, and figure out where the trout were and what they was bitin' on.  The water was not really that swift, but was pretty-dang cold!  Paddlin' upstream was a chore, but it could be done.  I had even anchored my yak and wade-fished a couple of spots, which chilled me to the bone.  Bein' overcast with temps in the fifties, it took a hot shower that evenin' and a couple of bowls of steamin' hot gumbo just to warm me up ...

A swell buncha Arkies partyin' outside of Norfork ...
     I think every one of them Arkies enjoyed the gumbo, which I'd made on our first day there.  I was afraid that seafood wouldn't keep from southeast Texas all the way to northwest Arkansas, so I opted to make a 22-quart pork & venison sausage, chicken and egg gumbo.  That's right ... I put boiled eggs in it!  The trick is to boil the eggs in water with a half a bottle of Soy sauce added, and then after you peel the eggs ... fork 'em to the yolk and add 'em to the almost completely cooked gumbo.  Them boiled eggs soak-up the seasonin' and taste awesome!  You know you've made a good gumbo when nobody adds any seasonin' ... and that includes Tobasco; I came home with two unopened bottles.  I had also done a 17½ lb. oiless Cajun fried turkey which made great sandwiches. By the way ... my new nickname with that Arkansas group is "Gumbo" ...

     Most of the guys in that group all went to the University of Central Arkansas with my wife Lisa, and have kept-up with each other throughout the years.  All of 'em are die-hard outdoorsmen, and have hunted & fished with each other forever.  As most good ole' boys will do, we all ate & drank more than the average man shoulda that weekend!  But, with this many alpha personalities in one group, nobody got outta sorts or showed their ass.  And if anybody around there was hearin' banjos ... it definitely wasn't comin' from this bunch!  I fit right in and cain't wait to do the trip with this awesome bunch again!

     On the second day, I was dropped at Ship's Ferry by 9:00 A.M. where I floated 10-miles back to the Lodge.  Within' the first hour, I'd already caught and released several rainbow and brown trout.  All were small and all were caught chunkin' hardware.  I abso-friggin'-lutely refuse to be a bait-soaker, and probably cast a couple of thousand times throughout the entire day.  At one point, one of my released trout wasn't swimmin' too well.  As I paddled towards it to help it along, an eagle circled overhead lookin' for an easy meal.  One doesn't truly appreciate the size of one of these majestic raptors until it gets up-close & personal.  Before I could get my camera out, on & ready ... it was well outta range of gettin' a decent photo.  On another occasion, several geese were flyin' towards me while two eagles circled overhead.  But again, it was too late to get the friggin' camera. 

     I had packed my cooler with a 12-pack of beer, some Cokes, bottled waters and three very healthy Cajun fried turkey sandwiches.  Did I mention that I'd already had four beers before I'd ever left the Lodge?  Even though I'd purchased my out-of-state fishin' license and trout stamp ... I figured that I was pushin' boundaries with Arkansas Game & Fish as to whether I could actually get a BWI (Boating While Intoxicated) citation in a kayak.  I had borrowed a length of rope and some chain from Chris to drag from the kayak to slow it a bit.  At one point, I'd stood up to relieve myself while movin' along at a fairly decent clip, when that chain caught on some rocks and I severely doused my leg and foot while tryin' to keep my balance.  Talk about gettin' yer chain yanked; thank God none of the locals saw me doin' "fatrabatics" tryin' to stay in the friggin' yak!  I almost swamped tryin' to get the dang chain free, which helped rinse my accidental stream out of the yak.  Since I was already p¡ssed on, I'd have been really p¡ssed-off had I not had a bilge pump and a fishin' towel with me ...

     Cell service was sketchy at best out there, but close to sunset ... I got a call from Ty wonderin' where the Hell I was.  I explained to him that I was in my happy place, drankin' beers and catchin' fish!  He figured that I was okay, but Chris was concerned that one of his guests were amiss, and some of them Arkies was gettin' kind-of concerned as well.  Of course, I felt much safer out there than in most marshes or swamps; but I stowed my fishin' gear, put on my nav lights and made a hard, fast paddle to the ramp.  I arrived at the ramp right at dark, greeted by a few of the fellers.  Once back at the Lodge, I made a couple of 'em almost pee themselves tellin' 'em about my chain gettin' yanked.  We whooped-it up 'til after midnight and all was well after some much needed sleep.

     As usual, I was one of the first ones up ... made some coffee and started securin' my yak to the rack on top of my truck.  I had to get my gear packed first so the other two guys could get to their bags as I dropped 'em off.  As the other Arkies arose, we all chatted as we packed, cleaned the Lodge, said our goodbyes and then reluctantly hit the road.  On the way back, "Dad" got a call from Mark and his wife Dana to come have a look-see at their new property.  They lucked-in to a secure little spread on a bluff where they were fixin' to build a place to retire.  It was absolutely gorgeous and they are truly blessed; it just goes to show that good things do happen to good folks!  Me, Ty & "Dad" ... otherwise known as "G-Man" posed for a partin' shot before we hit the road.  I had 700+ miles to go before I got home; back to family, back to work and back to the daily grind.  But I'd spent quality time with good friends, met new friends and done me some floatin' ... which made that long drive worth while!

"Tres Amigos" will be together again at Caddo Lake next spring ...