| The fish didn’t seem to mind. They started bending poles shortly after all the noise began. The two men were kept busy pulling in channel cats and flatheads. The fishing was so good that night they basically ignored all the noise and just focused on pulling in the catch of a lifetime. The next morning was kept busy filleting the night’s catch. They worked right through breakfast and were coming up on noon when they finally finished cleaning the last of their catch. Twenty-six fish in all. Mostly channel cat with a few flatheads and a couple of blue cats. George fried up lunch which they devored. Then they hit their tents and got some sleep. The day was another warm one with a little more wind than the day before. The men woke up about the time they figured the evening news was showing the national version. George grilled some more hamburgers which the guys ate while discussing the night before. “I’m not thrilled about another night if its going to be like last night.” Jess said. “Except for the fishing. I hope that stays the same.” George answered. “Agree on that. If not for such good fishing I would have been talking you into moving.” Jess replied. “Wouldn’t have had to twist my arm.” George said. “What do you think it is that is making all that noise?” Jess asked. “You don’t know?” George replied with genuine surprise. “I thought you knew. Its Sasquatch. More than one too.” “Bigfoot?” Jess said with a smile. “You serious?” next page |  |