Once upon a time in the far corners of America, deep in the swamp of the widely known Pearl River Bogs, a camp was constructed by the evermore famous and purty, a close second to WB I'm told, DD... It is widely suspected he is again in search of the elusive Crypids. As u may guess, most people think he is off his rocker, but in his own mind he as sane as all u non-believers. Word was spread wide and far of the sightings of an unnatural beast inhabiting the local forest and preying upon the local livestock.It was a cold and damp night, and with a roaring campfire, glowing embers reaching high into the air, almost treetop level, firelight reaching far beyond the campground, in the shadows of huge trees with moss hanging to the ground, the silhouette of a huge and frightening beast could be seen. After many fumbling attempts At retrieving the camera in hopes of capturing the rarest of rare photos do this beast, it was not to be.

As daylight finally arrived, much tracking was lead by the master of trackers, DD, and all they could find were these huge roundish tracks in and around the immediate campground. After hours of tracking, lead by the master, it was the general consensus to give it for a lost cause.

It is also believed by more than 99% of the public that what really happened was the prankster of the Village People had gone to the local Waffel House and procured two of the largest and thickest Waffels he could find and tied them to his feet and made many tracks trying to keep the myth of Sasquatch alive.