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Country: United States
State: Virginia
Metro: Richmond
Gender: Male
Interests: Painting, Leathersmith work, Writing, Cooking, Weaponry, Outdoor Activities, Flirting, and Shaking My Moneymaker.
Expertise: That is a leading question. (smirk)
Occupation: Suffering
Industry: Banking/Finance
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| I am officially writing the weirdest damned entry I will ever write.
To establish one thing, I am not lending to hyperbole, or anything of that nature. I realize that my phobia may create a sense of bias, but I am simply stating facts.
As you can see from the time, I cannot sleep till I tell someone about this in written form.
To reiterate, I have a phobia about sasquatch. Dunno why. I just do not like the thoughts of a 7 to 10 foot primate being in the woods with me. It just... being a notch off the food chain is disheartening.
In the Commonwealth, there is an area located in Chesterfield County called "Pocahontas State Park". It runs with creeks, and streams from Swift Creek Reservoir which has a golf course neighborhood called Brandermill, running pretty close by. Together, we're looking at 2700 to 3100 acres of woodland. Not counting private farms, and forest.
Saturday, September 26, 2009. 10:49 PM
We were attending a wedding reception at Brandermill Country Club. The event was winding down, and it was continuing to rain fairly steadily. We bid our good byes to the bride, and groom. and I joked with Chris "Hey! Since you live over here now? We should stalk Bigfoot, he's over in Pocahontas!" We laughed, bid our farewells.
The rain was coming down steadily, and the only light was from the parking lot lamps... The place is surrounded by woods on all sides. Kell, and I started out into the parking lot, we got stuck parking in the back section.
As we approached the middle of the parking lot... we heard... something.
Kell looked at me, and she whispered, "Was that what I think it was?"
I looked at her, and her eyes were as big as saucers, I said "What the hell do you think it was?"
She goes, "I swear... it sounded... like a Monkey, or a primate or...something."
I looked at her, and I said, "Let's pick up the speed, okay."
She looked at me as we hoofed it, and asked, "You have your pistol, right?"
I replied, "Of course, fat lot it'll do us."
We got to the car, I opened the door for her (she's in a dress), I'm heading back to my side, and something BIG moves about 75 to 100 yards in the gully below us. You heard it through the trees, but she was in the car. She didn't hear that part. I didn't tell her either, because she was already a bit freaked out.
I start driving TOWARDS the noise, and she gets loud, and says "AWAY! DRIVE AWAY FROM IT PLEASE!" She actually freaked out a bit. As we drove down the road, I asked, "Okay, do you believe that Chesterfield has Sasquatches?" She looks at me, "I've heard that noise before on those Bigfoot specials you watch, it was exactly like those noises!"
And it was. I searched the internet for the closest I could find, and found the EXACT noise I heard.
http://www.oregonbigfoot.com/sounds.php, it's the Estacada Call from 1972.
Keep in mind, I spend quite a bit of time in the woods. I know fur, feather, and flora... I have never, ever, in my life heard that noise in person, except on those specials, and thought I would NEVER hear it. You can see it had a profound effect. I cannot sleep. I am on edge. All these people who think it's a myth? Go ahead. Keep on. When that myth yells close by you? Tell it that it's only a "myth".
I heard tree knocks in West Virginia. I can explain that away. I realize primates use tree knocks for distant communication. This was not the same. Kell kept trying to change the subject all night long, she just freaked out. I can't sleep. My head hurts. I talked to my Pop about it, and my Mom, and they indulged me, but I know they don't believe me.
Which is why I don't know whether to tell anyone else. I told Smokey because he has always wanted to go on an expedition for it. My only question that runs through my head, over, and over again "What would you have done, if you actually saw it?" I know my reaction was not fear. I thought it would be. It was "HEY! LET'S FIND IT!" You know? The same reaction that stupid old white guys like me have in horror movies before the monster rips his face off.
Monster. There, I said it. Monster.
There is a monster in the woods. I heard him. He probably heard me. WTF do I do now?
Wishing you well, Peace, and a REALLY EFFIN' BIG GUN!
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| I've been ill the past couple weeks with severe bronchitis.
I haven't slept well. Kinda in a hazy shade of "WTFever"
I have been reading, but haven't been coherent enough to comment. I want a nap.
It's the busy season for me. I am booked every weekend from This past weekend thru.... Mid January. Seriously. I wish I were kidding. This is ridiculous. However, we have good weather this time of year, and that makes me prone to having a bit more fun.
This summer was mild. I was very pleased. However, I'm expecting ice storms, and snow, so I'm getting ready to stock up on some winter time survival items. Have contemplated buying a truck. I have contemplated this for awhile now. Somehow having no car payment just feels NICE!
I wrote about needing an adventure. I still need one. I would like one, but I would also like 700+ acres in SW Va, and 40 BILLION dollars in the bank.
I'm old enough for my wants not to hurt me.
Wishing you well, and Happy Rapture Day!
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| Just trying to get my computer to work faster, better, etc, etc.
When I get a new system? I'm shooting this one. I am not lying. I am going to take any numerous amounts of firearms to a nice secluded spot, and play the song from "Office Space" when they destroyed the fax machine.
I've stated this before, again, reiterating. Anything else is perfunctory.
Not sure I've stated this before, but I feel it may need restating. December 21, 2012. Supposedly the last day of the planet. Doomsday. I certainly hope and pray that it goes the same as January 1, 2000. Or June 6, 2006. Uneventful would be nice.
However, there is something that has been really naggin' at me.
If you were the world's leaders, and you discovered that the "Doomsday" prophecy is real, how would you prep the populace? Granted they wouldn't say ANYTHING, don't want to rock the boat, or cause anarchy. Then I thought about all the movies, and specials on The History Channel.
If you wanted to make the outcome more acceptable. Talk about it in veiled reference terms until it became static. Someone once told me, "If you want people to doubt you, and not believe you... tell them the most outlandish truth without any hesitation, and with casual passing."
They could be correct.
That being said, I will say that I'm kind of ready for it to end. This world has become a pale version of itself, and we're the cause. Once we're gone? Things might improve. Maybe start over with the bees. Or dolphins if Douglas Adams is correct. "Thanks for all the fish!"
My survival instinct is strong, I have methods, skills, and planning already. My boss is highly astute in this area, as is one of the analyst. The three of us pass the days sharing ideas, and skills. I've learned basic electronic wiring, and soldering to build solar kits. It's surprisingly easy. Taught the analyst about basic machining in a simply shop to make firearms repairs. We've web sites we share. It's good to be surrounded by like-minded folk who aren't "preachy" about it, but think "You know? Even if nothing happens, what does it hurt to learn this stuff for camping, and recreational use."
(shrugs) Dunno, but I can rig up some pretty interesting water wheel power generators.
I am dying to get back into the woods. I need to spend a week in the back country, living quiet for awhile. Just to clear my head. City living is fun, and I will continue to do so for awhile. I want to move. I want to be rural again. Just... now's not feeling the time for some reason. I'm listening to my inner voice more. Instincts need to be honed. That one specific.
Just finished a WONDERFUL book written about woodcraft, and camping written in early 1900's.
Some things have changed, others have not. The basic needs of shelter, water, fire, and food. Pretty much stay the same. Modern materials, and equipment help, but basic skills still exist. One day? It'll all come together for me, and within that community, perhaps I shall take a new name.
The author went by the woodsman name "Nessmuk". The fellas at work have theirs, I keep that private it's something only woodsman share with each other. Once I'm feeling level with them, I'll ask for a new name. The woods. I swear to you all if you spend time there, you can almost feel the power of God Almighty. It's magical. Once in W Va, after pulling out of the New River, we happened upon a waterfall in the back path. It was unreal. You almost expected a camera team to yell "Cut" because it felt like something from a movie, but it wasn't.
I want property in the mountains, even if I don't get a home, I want a few acres to call my own. To build a permanent camp there so I can find time away without feeling bogged down. My boss has this spot that his father left him. He has to canoe into it. It's incredible. You're close to the water so you have food, and water, and there is a weaving of ash that he created a wall across from a boulder. You don't even need a tent.
He's blessed to have such a place. We would all be.
Wishing you well, Peace, and Good Kitchen Etiquette.
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| Or... "You ain't gonna believe this!"
I have ACTIVELY trying to get to a piece of property in the country for about a month. EVERY time I make an attempt something occurs, sometimes serious, sometimes just oftputting.
Final straw! I was going Monday.
Went to the 'rents for Monday lunch, Mom no 'der! Pop says "She's had a tooth ache for three days, the dentist could fit her in this afternoon." So she came home 2 hours later, tooth pulled, and in pain, so I stayed, and helped out. Well, it's 7 PM by the time I get ready to leave. Too late. I'm not driving country roads to see property in the dark. Waste of time.
So I get up this morning, check the weather, check traffic, vehicle is fueled, stop by the post office to mail a package. Start my drive. Get within' 2 miles of the exit.
WHAM! Traffic accident, tune in to the radio, all lanes blocked. No big deal, one of the roads is Broad St. I'll hop I-288, and jump onto Broad. NOPE! Get there, overturned bus. ALL LANES BLOCKED!
Wow. At this point? We're talking 7 attempts, and all 7 have been blocked. At this point? Done.
You have to just walk away when something is ACTIVELY holding you back.
Sometimes, you have to listen to the "red flags" God throws down.
Someone asked me to post some photos of my expanded medieval weapons rack... Well, here ya' go.
 
It's seems that Xanga has decided that EVERYONE can post photos now! YAY!
Wishing you well, Peace, and access to a Pole Axe... like me! 
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| Let me preface this by saying, I have a mutual respect with LEO's (Law Enforcement Officers). I work with them, have some friendships, and think most work harder than they're credited.
Some ARE jackasses, but most are fair.
They're running radar in front of my apartment...AGAIN! Third time this month. Wouldn't make me angry, except the fact someone attempted to rob me Friday night.
Where the hell were you then? Running radar on a different block?
We have an increasing crime issue in my neighborhood, and the media is being kept quietly at bay by the retailer's association, and the neighborhood association.
As to the attempted robbery? Story goes as follows:
I was very ill due to something I ate Friday night. I ran out of Pepto, and decided that it was necessary. Got dressed, packed "Binky" (Colt Mustang .380 ACP), and started walking down the block.
When I got to the CVS 24hr, there was a fella acting...peculiarly... at the rear of the store. When he saw me? He stood. I turned, and walked up the sidewalk. Went in, got Pepto, and when I came out?
He was directly to the right of the doors.
I didn't worry about it, thinking he was just some homeless dude about to hit me up for cash, but he didn't say anything. So I turned and crossed the street to pick up Lotto at the 7-11 (Said as "Seb-Lebin" in Southern). I looked back when I was in the store, and he had crossed, and was waiting under the street light. When I got into line?
He crossed, and went to the wall side with the ability to peer in.
When I got to the cashier, and she handed me cash, he whipped out of sight. Bingo, he's up to something. Keep in mind his attempts to keep his head down, and hide his identity. So when I exited, and got ready to walk by him, I said "Evening! How ya' doin?"
No response.
YEP! He's gonna attempt something. Deciding a crowded McDonalds parking lot was safer than a dark sidewalk, I took to the left, and watched as I picked up a "tail". Five paces back, to my right.
As I picked up a bit of speed, I turned the corner near the parking deck, adult bookstore, and Daycare (Yes, all together due to someone at the Zoning Commission having a sense of humor, 5PM is HILARIOUS!)
That's when I heard it... Running.
You see? I can't speak for the criminals in other countries, or other states, or even other cities, but the basic operational procedures in Richmond are for the crook to take a run, and just SHOVE with all their force, into walls, fences, or just off balance.
As HE ran though? I stttttrrrrreeeeeeeettttttcccchhhheeeddd....
Exposing "Binky", essentially telling him "NO VICTIM HERE! MOVE ALONG!"
He exclaimed "SHIT!" Stopped dead in his tracks no more than 5 yards behind me, and ran down the alley.
I am... officially... Done.
City living is nice, it's entertaining, it's convenient as expressed by having a drug store a block away, but with the crime rate going through the roof, and the Police more interested in running TRAFFIC, than PATROLS on bikes, and on foot?
WTF EVER!
I had a diatribe about encouraging ya'll to protect yourselves, but you know? Some people just can't. They just can't face the fact that the world may have some beauty, but it definitely has some evil. Good intentions, and reasoning means nothing in an alley with an animal attempting to harm you.
If you want to learn more about self-defense? Do it. If not? (Shrugs) I dunno what to tell ya'. I'll send flowers.
Wishing you well, Peace (thru superior firepower), and Good Kitchen Etiquette (I'm good with knives.)
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