DanielOcean
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To all the skeptics here. What is your position on the existence of Santa Claus?
SFR Aliens, Bigfoot, and other unexplained phenomena!
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Sorta fishing-related
I think he is a personification of Amanita muscaria.
???White Bear Lake...?
Go Bears !!!
How did you get to White Bear from that?
What about the existence of God?
I'm in!
Parabola
Steelhead
Which one?
Me too!
Tough to make primers for this crew…
Referring to odd noises in my previous post, this sound woke me up on a backpack trip back in 2017 in the middle of the night as I was a lying in my camping hammock like a bear burrito.
It was a ways off to start. Then a BIG quadrupedal animal that I KNEW had to be an elk, THUNDERED through our camp making that barking noise, and kept running and barking as it ran towards and probably around the other side of a cinder cone 1/4 mile from our camp.
The unsettling part was thinking it was probably being chased by something I COULD NOT HEAR.
I researched and found the video when I got home and yup, that barking is elkspeak for DANGER!
I guess I'll share my story. Published in the Soap Lake tribunal, 2003 edition.
Billy was a quiet guy from the Pacific Northwest, known for his deep love of fly fishing. He spent most of his time by the waters of Soap Lake, a place that seemed to have a mystique all its own. The lake was surrounded by ancient pines, and there was a whisper among locals about the unusual things that sometimes happened there—strange noises at night, shadows that didn’t seem to belong to anyone, and the occasional mysterious sighting in the forest. But Billy wasn’t one for believing in tall tales. He was more concerned with the perfect cast, the tranquility of the water, and the thrill of hooking a fish.
One warm spring afternoon, Billy packed up his gear and headed to Soap Lake, hoping for a peaceful day of fishing. As he walked along the shore, he noticed a group of girls nearby. They were locals from the nearby town, always out exploring, always a bit more adventurous than the others. They were known as the "Soap Lake girls," and while they were often seen on the water or hiking in the woods, they had an air of mystery about them that Billy couldn’t quite place.
“Hey, Billy!” one of the girls, Claire, called out to him as she waved. “You’re out here again, huh?”
Billy grinned and nodded. “Gotta keep the line tight. You know how it is.”
She smiled and flicked her hair back. “You ever notice anything strange around here?”
Billy chuckled. “Strange? It’s just a peaceful lake. Maybe the occasional moose or deer, but that’s about it.”
Claire's eyes sparkled mischievously. “That’s what you think. But there’s more out here than you realize. Some of us know the real story of Soap Lake.”
Billy raised an eyebrow, intrigued but skeptical. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
Before Claire could respond, a rustling sound came from the nearby forest. All heads turned. Billy’s fishing instincts kicked in, but his curiosity got the best of him. The girls giggled, but there was a nervous edge to their laughter. Billy frowned.
“What's that?”
The rustling grew louder, and something big moved through the underbrush. The girls exchanged quick, wary glances.
“Probably just a deer or a bear,” Billy said, though he didn’t quite believe it himself.
Suddenly, a massive figure emerged from the trees, towering over the bushes. It was covered in thick, dark fur, its arms swinging as it walked with a slow, deliberate pace. The girls gasped. Billy froze.
"Bigfoot," Claire whispered, a mixture of awe and fear in her voice. "We’ve been telling you about him."
Billy stood there, heart racing, eyes wide. The creature didn’t seem interested in them at all. It moved with an eerie grace, like it had been walking this forest for centuries. Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, it vanished back into the trees, disappearing as quietly as it had come.
The silence that followed was thick. Billy blinked, not sure what to say. He turned to the girls, but they weren’t laughing anymore. They were serious, staring at the spot where Bigfoot had disappeared.
“Did… did you see that?” Billy asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“We told you,” Claire said softly. “The stories aren’t just stories here. There’s something ancient in these woods, something that keeps to itself. And sometimes, when you’re quiet enough, you can see it.”
Billy’s mind was racing, trying to make sense of what he had just witnessed. Was it really Bigfoot? Could it have been something else entirely? Whatever it was, he couldn’t deny the strange feeling in the air that lingered after the creature had gone.
For the rest of the day, Billy fished in silence, the memory of the Bigfoot sighting heavy in his thoughts. The lake still seemed peaceful, but there was a new layer of mystery to it now. And though he wasn’t sure he fully believed in all the tales the Soap Lake girls shared, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this place than met the eye.
The next time Billy returned to Soap Lake, he brought his camera. He didn’t expect to catch a glimpse of Bigfoot again, but part of him hoped he might. The PNW had always held a sense of the unknown, but now, Billy knew, some mysteries were deeper than others. And he would keep fishing, searching for the truth—whether in the water or among the shadows of the trees.
Billy was a quiet guy from the Pacific Northwest, known for his deep love of fly fishing. He spent most of his time by the waters of Soap Lake, a place that seemed to have a mystique all its own. The lake was surrounded by ancient pines, and there was a whisper among locals about the unusual things that sometimes happened there—strange noises at night, shadows that didn’t seem to belong to anyone, and the occasional mysterious sighting in the forest. But Billy wasn’t one for believing in tall tales. He was more concerned with the perfect cast, the tranquility of the water, and the thrill of hooking a fish.
One warm spring afternoon, Billy packed up his gear and headed to Soap Lake, hoping for a peaceful day of fishing. As he walked along the shore, he noticed a group of girls nearby. They were locals from the nearby town, always out exploring, always a bit more adventurous than the others. They were known as the "Soap Lake girls," and while they were often seen on the water or hiking in the woods, they had an air of mystery about them that Billy couldn’t quite place.
“Hey, Billy!” one of the girls, Claire, called out to him as she waved. “You’re out here again, huh?”
Billy grinned and nodded. “Gotta keep the line tight. You know how it is.”
She smiled and flicked her hair back. “You ever notice anything strange around here?”
Billy chuckled. “Strange? It’s just a peaceful lake. Maybe the occasional moose or deer, but that’s about it.”
Claire's eyes sparkled mischievously. “That’s what you think. But there’s more out here than you realize. Some of us know the real story of Soap Lake.”
Billy raised an eyebrow, intrigued but skeptical. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
Before Claire could respond, a rustling sound came from the nearby forest. All heads turned. Billy’s fishing instincts kicked in, but his curiosity got the best of him. The girls giggled, but there was a nervous edge to their laughter. Billy frowned.
“What's that?”
The rustling grew louder, and something big moved through the underbrush. The girls exchanged quick, wary glances.
“Probably just a deer or a bear,” Billy said, though he didn’t quite believe it himself.
Suddenly, a massive figure emerged from the trees, towering over the bushes. It was covered in thick, dark fur, its arms swinging as it walked with a slow, deliberate pace. The girls gasped. Billy froze.
"Bigfoot," Claire whispered, a mixture of awe and fear in her voice. "We’ve been telling you about him."
Billy stood there, heart racing, eyes wide. The creature didn’t seem interested in them at all. It moved with an eerie grace, like it had been walking this forest for centuries. Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, it vanished back into the trees, disappearing as quietly as it had come.
The silence that followed was thick. Billy blinked, not sure what to say. He turned to the girls, but they weren’t laughing anymore. They were serious, staring at the spot where Bigfoot had disappeared.
“Did… did you see that?” Billy asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“We told you,” Claire said softly. “The stories aren’t just stories here. There’s something ancient in these woods, something that keeps to itself. And sometimes, when you’re quiet enough, you can see it.”
Billy’s mind was racing, trying to make sense of what he had just witnessed. Was it really Bigfoot? Could it have been something else entirely? Whatever it was, he couldn’t deny the strange feeling in the air that lingered after the creature had gone.
For the rest of the day, Billy fished in silence, the memory of the Bigfoot sighting heavy in his thoughts. The lake still seemed peaceful, but there was a new layer of mystery to it now. And though he wasn’t sure he fully believed in all the tales the Soap Lake girls shared, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this place than met the eye.
The next time Billy returned to Soap Lake, he brought his camera. He didn’t expect to catch a glimpse of Bigfoot again, but part of him hoped he might. The PNW had always held a sense of the unknown, but now, Billy knew, some mysteries were deeper than others. And he would keep fishing, searching for the truth—whether in the water or among the shadows of the trees.
Lol! That was a seriously WTF moment; thought you were cyberstalking me for a minute there. I grew up in White Bear Lk!Watched Fargo again on Friday night....
In fact, in high school we used to hang out at the bar where they interview the "girls" from White Bear in Fargo. It's actually a bowling alley in the next small town over!
That's exactly my thoughts for half the stories I hear
I could do it.
Any of them.