Thread: Contest

i can already tell this is gonna be good Rofl

Colt Ford wrote "Meet me at the Waffle House" but I don't think he would like the Village People included in the same sentence.

Sasquatch met me at the Wafflehouse and I taught him how to YMCA to the Village People He woulddn't go fishing with me because of sponsor interference. I wouldn't let him wear his Jack's Links fishing shirt. What a wus.

LMBO this ought to get interesting. Come on WB, i KNOW you gots a goodun for this

Originally Posted by DonDon

LMBO this ought to get interesting. Come on WB, i KNOW you gots a goodun for this

come on don don waiting on your fishing story lol

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.

Originally Posted by eagle 1

NEVER MET HIM BUT SEEM TO KNOW HIM A LITTLE BETTER NOW .

After finally meeting DD in person I thought I would be meeting a guy from a mental hospital. DD is one of the nicest people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting from this board. And I have to say he is even funnier in person. I would love to be able to one day fish with him.

anytime you down here and wanna go, just let me know

It had taken me 4 hours of searching and 2 hours of pulling my boat off of mud flats, but I had finally gotten all the way to the infamous railroad trestle on Perry Creek. And just as advertised, the fish were stacked 10’ deep in 20’ of water just like Torch said they’d be. It had taken me 2 hours to limit out, but another hour to cull up to a 2 pound minimum. I was fairly well satisfied with my handy work, though and absolutely starving. It was time to find some grub. The trip out was worse than the trip in by a long shot. This time, 4 hours unsticking on the mudflats and I’d clogged my intake with mud so another 2.5 hours on the trolling motor before I made Grenada Landing and it was 3 AM. I’d heard the strangest noises while on those flats, but I was so exhausted I’d paid them no mind until the trip to town when it registered that it could have been one of them Sasquatches DD is always shining on about.

The only place in town still open was the Waffle House, but I didn’t care at this point. I’d risk food poisoning and stabbing for a triple cheeseburger by now. I opened the door and the place wreaked of desperation, dejection and despair with YMCA by the Village People blaring on the jukebox , so naturally when I saw DD sitting in the third booth it didn’t surprise me. I slid into his booth and he barely looked up as he shakily lifted another spoon full of mater soup to his lips.

WB: “You ain’t gonna believe what I heard tonight!”

DD: “Sasquatch”

WB: “Yeah, how’d you know?”

DD: “It was me”

WB: “You? What were you doing out there?”

DD: “Chasing Sasquatch”

WB: “So you made him scream like that”

His eyes began to well up and he cast a distant stare out the plate glass window into the black night

DD: “No, he made me scream, Wannabe. Scream…….bad.”

He sunk in the faux naugahyde booth and drifted away. He didn’t say any more, but, but he’d said a lot with so few words. I ate and paid for both meals and we’ve never spoken about that night again.

Wannabe...