“Nobody goes there anymore; it’s too crowded.” Yogi Berra
Sometimes, mostly at night, we hear strange sounds emanating from the Texas “jungle” that creeps to within feet of our hacienda. Some cause for consternation.
“WHAT WAS THAT?” Maybe a feral pig. Possibly a Bobcat. Couldn’t have been a Coyote—could it? Naw.
There it is again. Did you hear it? Is a Sach around here? You know—Big Foot. Sure sounded like one.
Big Foot! You have an active imagination for sure.
Tell you what……….tomorrow I’ll hike down Porker road and check for signs of a Sach. Happy?
Next morning. A foggy Porker road. I should probably wait until the fog lifts. Sure looks creepy. What the hell. I’ll just take my time and kind of amble along. Maybe whatever we heard left some tracks.
Hard to tell what these are. Might be pigs or a dog. Maybe a small deer.
Hmmmm. Big cat? Wish I was better at this tracking thing. Daniel Boone….where are you when we need you?
Whoa………..what’s this? Could it be? No way Jose.
What was that? Heard something behind me. And that smell. Horrible.
What happened here? Something trampled and killed this cactus.
I know Big Foot doesn’t exist but…………strange things out here.
Think I’ll just go back and tell my wife to quit with these hallucinations. It just ain’t right.
“We never really grow up; we only learn how to act in public.” - Unknown