Yeah, it's a pretty sorry show in my opinion. Only slightly more interesting than watching paint dry...on most days...On some days the drying paint can be more interesting.
They did have ONE just one episode that truly got my attention...
It was basically one of the dozens of Bigfoot/Yeti/Sasquatch episodes.
As I recall...and my memory could be fuzzy...
There was a guy had a cabin way out in the middle of nowhere, Canada. The people that owned the place had a few pretty frightening confrontations with Bigfoot- doing the dishes when they saw him peak in the window and start screaming. (Well...that would drain MY bladder...)
The people had set up a board with nails, or screws or something like that in front of the door when they closed the place up for the season. Came back to find some nasty blood and hair samples, and signs of a nasty temper tantrum by some biped.
They got some real interesting audio, and one night heard something in the nearby bushes tossed a rock towards it- and were surprised to find a few rocks thrown BACK towards them!
It painted a heckuva interesting story. But..we already know the ending- no real footage, no body produced, etc. It was still an interesting story though, with a bit to stimulate the mind.
"Would I shoot one?" Uhmm...in that case...heck yeah. And then I'd get me and that carcass the hell outta there as quickly as I could. I dunno though...if he was just minding his own business plucking roots and grubs 300 yards away, minding his own business....it'd be kinda tough. My wife can make the nastiest, gamiest caribou positively melt in your mouth delicous, but she aint never cooked no yeti before. And if he was minding his business, and I couldn't eat him, well....
And besides that...maybe the world needs a few mysteries out there, just to keep things interesting. Maybe just let a creature that aint hurtin' no one go 'bout it's business.
With my luck, I'd produce a body, prove that Bigfoot exists, and then the gummint would round a bunch of 'em up, breed 'em, and teach them to sniff out gunpowder, and kick in the doors of suspected domestic terrorists...you know...Military Vets, Outdoors folks, gun enthusiasts...folks like me...and I'd hate to have one of them kick in my door with a score to settle for ventilating Uncle Louis....
And could you get brought up on homicide for killing a Sasquatch? I mean...heck, if they exist, they're clearly kinda hanging out in the woods minding their own business. But if I were to go plant a .45 slug between the eyes of the neighborhood drug dealer, it would be vigilante murder, and surely, a big, hairy critter that's minding his own business has a life more valuable that a crack dealer, right? Hmmm...
"what caliber would I use?" Aww...this one kept me entertained for a good hour or so, at least! First of all, I'd be mighty disappointed to not be able to have my handgun in Canada- Cause I would surely want my .454 strapped to my poorly armored, pale, gelatinous, aging body at all times. But for a rifle...I wound up with the standard issue answer of a Marlin 1895- The new one with the X-S sights, forward scope mount, extended mag, etc....
But a good ole 12 gauge with an extended mag.....like my beloved 870, an 1187...oooh! or one of them zooted up Saiga 12 ga. shotguns, with the 20 round mag, or whatever!
Or perhaps 10 ga. slugs?! Yeah....that's the ticket.....
Or maybe instead of shooting him, I could invite him in for a nice warm plate of pancakes? (Sorry, shades of that old Robin Williams movie "The Survivors coming in there)
And what would family and social values of said critter be? Do female yeti's gripe at male yeti's for poor manners, or inappropriately scratching themselves, or not covering their scat enough?
Errr...yeah...in any case, it gave my mind something to ponder, and helped me to waste away what could have been a perfectly productive evening pondering the social norms of yeti.
Now that I think about it, there was another episode that was intriguing, to a lesser extent. Something about wolf people around Wisconsin? There was some dude that swore up and down he saw one like...umpteen years ago? I dunno, something had tweaked the dude's mind, cause he darn sure seemed like the cheese had done slid off his cracker. He made clocks...had like dozens of nightmarish, spooky looking, werewolf, looking around, said it helped him cope with his fear. They had some other eyewitness accounts that seemed pretty darn convinced.
Yeah...I wasn't as benevolent when pondering that one, though. wolfman would be a dead mofo. Even if I had to shoot him with lead long enough to slow him down while I raided Gramma's sterling silver dining set for a fork I could stick him with.....
And speaking of werewolf legend, why silver bullets? It seems like it would be easier to just chunk up the wife or granny's sliver set, stuff 'em into yer blunderbuss, decimate anything within the blast radius and call it a day? Oh well...I reckon nervous, superstitious peasants had to have something to occupy thier time, and thoughts....
Errr....kinda like many of us. Wow...wish I hadn't considered that....Did I just lose focus again? what were we talking about? Oh yeah...Monsterquest...yeah....it's dumb.
