Hi ya'll I'm back, the expert specialist who logged in my giant man-eating-boar which I killed with chopsticks has e-mailed me here in the woods...I'm on my lap top now - of course.
I was just notified that a MCNETT is dying...if your listening there...your in luck MCNETT cause the witchdoctor from the Bulchitaberasiza tribe is here...now the language is tough, but I believe the doc. is saying: "free your spirit into the wide woodland... come and join us"...and "the weather is fine down here." Well, I guess that's the cure.
next: Schuey2002 has stated;
"I once worked with a guy that said that he shot a black bear here on the Oregon Coast that was 36 inches Between the ears..."
Schuey I have seen em!!! Being a native Oregonian you see a lot of things you don't want to see and hear some things you don't want to hear (like- 'reading this post is a bunch of crap') I know this is what some of you are thinking, but wait till you hear the whole story...So it was me and some Bulchitaberasiza buds down at the river fishin...oh, and of course my trusty dauchsand, I almost forgot. The fishing was great I caught a 30'' rainbow trout with my bare hands...the Bulchitaberasiza people like to step on them fish as their clodhoppers do a good job of maiming its victims...and they were doing just as well, catching bass and flounder (unbeknown to most people...flounders come into the freshwater rivers once in a great while)... so you could see we were fairly preoccupied...all of the sudden that dirty mutt, I mean my trusty dauchsand, let out a yelp...we turned to look up and seen this head running full bore straight for us..."run for you lives" I cried as I hopped on my trusty dog Sugar...the B' people are renown for their speed as you would of guessed by their great height. But this is untrue, because with all their great height they also have lots of wind resistance since they don't leave home without their Stetsons... so they were no match for the running head shaped beast...he overtook each one and with one chomp of that giant mouth and they were done for...by this time I knew I had to do something fast...the beast (whatever it was since I couldn't see past it's head) was gaining on Sugar and I...so I whipped that dog so hard he went into overdrive and we must of been doing ~45 mph or so...needless to say, but we survived this calamity to ride another day...
Some time ago I ran into the expert specialist guy you all know... and somehow got to talking about our scariest life experiences...I told him about the beast with the giant head...and he said it was them Oregonian bears...so there you have it.
My purpose in life is to cut through all the BS that we so often hear today and tell it like it is...I think I have mastered that art.