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It is, precisely, 3:32 a.m. here in Alaska,, @YACCster. Chapter One – Opening Day Prologue. Does anyone dream of “striking it rich” with unexpected gold discoveries? We all have. I have. We all have. But, has anyone actually experienced encounters with “Sasquatch,” or “Big Foot,” while trying to strike it rich? I have. What follows are my true accounts of what occurred during my “strike-it rich endeavors” in July, 2017. July 1, 2017. The day started out plainly enough. The sun was shining, with just a spattering of wispy clouds, and a slight, cool breeze blowing in from the north. My cousin, James, showed up at my father’s house at 10:00 that morning and told me it was time to go gold-mining. I awoke with a hangover, and because of my lack of “judicious” preparedness (because of drinking with friends the night before my grand expedition), loaded my dad’s skiff-on-a-trailer with only a 12-pack of beer and a half-finished half-gallon of rum. I didn’t have any clothes packed, nor raincoat, nor hip-boots, nor wool hat. What I did have packed, however, was probably two-month’s-worth of food and chewing tobacco, also loaded in the skiff. I jumped into James’ brother’s truck, in summer “walking shorts,” tennis shoes, down jacket, and nothing else. Nothing else. We launched our skiff from the “Wood River landing” site. Our ultimate-target gold-mining destination was up “Harris Creek,” well over 140 miles up the Nushagak River and north of the village of Koliganek. Neither James nor I knew the river channels of the Nushagak River, but we had plans to procure guidance once we reached the village of New Stuyahok, about 80 miles up the Nushagak from Dillingham. We would later fill-up a local’s gas containers with 40 gallons of gasoline to show us the way up the treacherous Nushagak River channels, particularly past the confluence of the Nuyakuk River and the Nushagak (see map). The water was dangerously low, so our guide asked a local elder to help guide us on our path. The price I paid for that guidance proved to be invaluable, for the waters at the confluence of the Nuyakuk and Nushagak Rivers were raging; I’ve never seen waters that have been that angry before, save the Niagra Falls. Gigantic boulders jutted out of the raging waters churning around them, and they dared anyone to check the strengths of their prows against them. Not only were we in for a gold-mining adventure, but we were in a predicament where we thought we were ultimately about to be ripped apart by Sasquatch . . .

Hey, come on, now!! Words of encouragement would help me to help you with lobster dinners and open bars. Can I hear an "Aww!! Aww!!" @Mule? Et tu, Mule-eh? Lol. The words just flow. Lol. Ayaq

What make ye, of this image? (Taken with Samsung S7 Edge, last year) The "tri-square," in yellow, is one-foot long at the top, and there's a can of Krylon white spray-paint I used to contour the footprint. My Dad, one year ago, said he woke up about 3:00 a.m. here in Alaska to the feeling of being watched, by something. He then heard "Whoomp . . ., whoomp, . . . ,, whoomp . . .," like the sound of something big and heavy walking slowly, just outside his bedroom window. The "whoomp, whoomp, whoomp" sounds slowly faded. It was mid-April, here in Alaska, and the ground was still frozen. He woke me up at 8:00 a.m. to tell me what he heard. I grabbed my semi-auto Remington, with a 10-round clip of 180-grain .30-06 shells, "jacked a shell in the chamber," put it on safety, and went outside to look. I walked slowly around his house, and this footprint immediately jumped out at me. Immediately jumped out. Look at the periphery; the edges in the frozen ground are cleanly-cut, not smashed, as they would be if the ground were not frozen. This will be mentioned in my book, as perhaps a prologue. Thanks to @T-Rat, who planted the seed, my inspiration is "cast in stone," or "set in concrete." Or, maybe try to reverse those two, @TBB. Lol. Look again, and zoom in, as you probably will. While my cousin, James and I, were camped out in a pouring rain about 35 - 40 miles north of Koliganek, Alaska, last July, in a pouring-frickin' rainstorm, we heard some very loud "whoomps, whooomps, whoomps" around our tent. Him and I both popped up outta our sleeping bags after the second "whoomp." I said, "James, talk really loud about how your day has been," as I jacked a 180-grain Remington shell into my semi-auto .06. When camping in bear country, my beloved gun sleeps next to me, and my Ruger 44-caliber magnum pistol is within "lunging distance." The frickin' whoomping sound circumvented our tent; I had a shell in the chamber (gun on safety), as I pointed the barrel towards where I thought the vital kill-shots might be on something you couldn't see.. I asked James, loudly, to describe what kinda day he had. I couldn't be a durned fool and start blasting through our vulnerable nylon tent. I distinctly thought about the "whoomping" noises about "something big, and something heavy" that Dad described to me a couple of months earlier. This, too, shall be recounted in my book. In the meantime, take another look at that picture. And, I saw one through my Leopold Golden Ring II scope, at Harris Creek, 40 miles north of Koliganek. And, I saw reflecting eyes looking at us after I fired a warning shot at the first one. If I tried to shoot the first one, this post, kind sirs and madams, would not have happened. Ayaq

LMAO, @RobMc--McRib. Go to FreezeTag Server 1, where Sweet @Sally will proceed to wax the other cheek of your arse. Lol. Crazy bastige. Love you, man. Heal well. Ayaq

Wow, just had a "revelation" to capture the reader(s), in the first two sentences. As @RobMc, aka "McRib," would say, in his best Snuffalufagus voice ("Sesame Street," anyone?), "Revelation, you say?" Also works in Yoda voice. Wow, (again, in Yoda voice), excited, I am! Thanks, T-Rat. You planted that seed, bud. I haven't felt this excited in quite a while. Since I've moved to my Dad's house, from my sister's, I don't get laid as much, either. Go from making 100+k a year, 3-story house, two kids, to sleeping at my Dad's. God has a plan for all of us. Miss the "getting laid" part, though, since there's no drinking at Dad's. Lol. And, sigh. Can't drink anyway, going through treatment. Give me some beautiful ladies (sorry, @TBB), some spare room, and Ayaq can disappoint yet another lady. Lol. Just kidding about the "lol" part. Ayaq

Thank you to @T-Rat, for planting the proverbial seed in my proverbial brain a coupla years ago. Just started "Chapter One" tonight. Once Ayaq, the fricker who likes to refer to himself in the "third-person" context," sets his brain to sumptin', he usually follows through. All hail T-Rat, Count of Plants-A-Lot!!! Ayaq

Naw, you're just another "year better." Happy birthday. Ayaq

Well, hello to Sammy, one of our "birthday boys" today. Happy birthday to you, sir. We appreciate all of your work on behalf of this loving community, but we appreciate you even more for being just "Sammy." Many more such anniversaries to you, Sir Sammy, Count of Whacks-A-Lot! Sorry, that was the first descriptive that popped to mind. Lots more to you, sir. Ayaq

Hey, Eric (aka @J3st3rXI, aka what-in-the-heck-name-you-going-by-now?), when I say "God bless you all" Strapping Gents (?) and Luscious, Lovely Ladies of >XI<, I'm thinking of you too, bud. Remember what I've posted before about what to do--what worked for me--when visited by a demon. "Hell" is real. I'm a "glass is half-full" kinda guy: "Heaven" is just as real. I think I wrote a coupla volumes before about being visited by a demon (do a "search." I think I will, 'cause I'm kinda curious (no, @TBB, not "bi-curious")) about what I wrote. I also know that I wrote the counter-post, about being visited by my beautiful Grandma as she was on her way to Heaven. Poor Angel of Mercy got dragged around all over Alaska and beyond as my beloved Grandma wanted to visit her loved ones on her ascent. Lol. That's how my Grandma Alma was. She used to cook me and my brother, "Buddy," sourdough pancakes when we were young--very young. She would call our house just a traipse-through the woods and say "Paul, I just cooked a batch of sourdough hotcakes, are you and Buddy coming?" My brother and I would take off, running down the trail between our two houses, and because he was almost three years older, would usually win the foot-race. That is, until I learned that, when Grandma called, and I answered in the morning, I would set the handset down and start running. One morning, at four years old, I got up early (around 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday) and strolled down the path to my Grandma's house. She usually cooked us sourdough "hotcakes," but I found a 2-lb. bag of "Krusteaz" pancake mix. After mixing the flour-ie mixture with water, and mixing with a spoon (learned later in life that a whisk works much better), I proceeded to cook pancakes. My Grandma came outta her bedroom and asked "Paul, what are you doing, Sweetheart?" I said (keep in mind, I'm only 4-years old. Come on, now!!), "Grandma, I'm making you pancakes." Bless her heart (as I know He has already done), she sat down to eat the lumpiest, raw-iest pancakes she ever had. After that, my new knick-name was "Pancake Man." Lol. Geez, Jester, don't get me started!! Love you Strapping Gents (?) and Luscious, Lovely Ladies of >XI<. Ayaq

Hey buddy, @StinkO didn't learn nuthin' new, too. Wanna break out da A-B-C cards? Hmm? "W-X, Y-and-Z, next time, won't you, sing with me? Now I know . . ." Lol. Ayaq

Hehehahahehehhehaehaehaheha!! Heheahaehehehahehehhehe!! We need another emoticon, one for "bustin' up laughin'," 'cause that was indeed sweet, Sweet McRib. Sweet McRibs, mmmmmmmm . . . . Ooops, I digress. Ever see the Discovery Channel show "Deadliest Catch?" I was in those kinda storms, bud. I really can't count how many times I coulda died, but thank God--our God--that it wasn't my time, yet. I gots my Master's degree in Business Administration, kind sir, so I am actually more-smarter than you think I am. Lol. You make me laugh, bud. Happy healing, to you--to heck with that "Trails to you" song. Ayaq

Hey, @WiZiD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Missed the post earlier. Since my birthday wish to you, Sir Wizid, Lord of Abbreviation-For-Ounce ("Oz," that is, in Foghorn Leghorn voice), is later than @TBB's, it is indescribably superior, no? No? Lol. Happy day, and many more to you. Ayaq

You like to stick your gun up @bds1961's butt, what? Kinky. While you're at McDonald's (admit it--there's no shame), get some @RobMcs; i.e., "McRibs." Mmmmm . . . McRibsssssss . . . . My son (who's in college now) would eat 4 McRibs, 2 chicken sandwiches, and large fries with a Coke in one sitting. He's 6'2" tall with a metabolism that I remember having once. My daughter's 5'10" and a sophomore in high school. Both are enrolled in each of their respective National Honor (Honour?) Societies. (In Yoda voice) Proud father, I am. The lunch ladies at my undergraduate-degree college didn't like me because I would have 3 servings at every meal. Don't get me wrong: they loved my rugged good looks, charming personality, and sophisticated sense of humor--the one thing they didn't like me was that I was "cutting into" the left-overs that they would be allowed to bring home with them. But you see, when you're a basketball star in college, lifting weights everyday, and chasing as much tail as I did ("chasing" is an exaggeration--it would often take only a phone call for "it" to come to me), you tend to burn 7,000 calories or more. McRibs . . . mmmmmmmm . . . But hey, enough about me. What about that @PainKiller fellow (Lass? Not sure.)? Lol. Ayaq

Geez, Jerome, you take along your "Jerry Jug" and measuring tape when you dive with copulating Blue Whales? As long as you don't drop your wetsuit trow and send your message--by exhaled bubbles--to the male whale signaling "I'm next." What? Lol. Ayaq

Ayaq ---> <--- @YACCster Hmm? Lol. Ayaq

Also realize that "XI" are in some precarious words? "ObnoXIous." "NoXIous." "AnXIous." "@TBB>XI<-ous." Etc. Lol. Ayaq

Hey, no change. Went to visit my buddy's gravesite yesterday (still lotsa snow on the ground) to say "Hi." I could feel John's smiling and happy presence. Felt him walking around in the church (at his funeral service), and he had a big smile on his face as he walked amongst us. "Do more good than harm, and try not to do any harm in the first place" is my MO ("modus operandi," or "mode of operations" for @TBB because, well, you know). Still asking God you bless you Strapping Gents (?) of >XI< and Luscious, Lovely Ladies of >XI<. My last thought as I'm about to leave this earthly existence (hopefully not for a few decades), will be "Please, God, forgive me." Paul (biblical name, what?), aka "Ayaq"

His pet moose is getting tired of Joe's drunken, late-night "visits," what you talkin' 'bout, Willis? Joe's moose takes much more than the prescribed dose of Xanadu (ABBA fans, anyone?) precisely two hours before Joe's "usual" late-night wanderings to the barn, so it can forget what he knows is about to come, what? @Joe Canadian's pet moose--after taking much more that his prescribed dosage of Xanadu, and reminding himself that he needs to get a refill--with a stronger "kick"--goes to sleep face-down and ass in the air, huh? What you sayin', TBB? Is that why there're three votes now, with a whirlwind of votes that are sure to follow, hmm? Lol. TBB, you crazy man, always pickin' on poor Joe. Lol. Ayaq

Sweet @AthenA, wasn't that the official name for that eunuch colony in ancient Roman days? "No members to show?" Or sumptin' or udder. Ayaq

Happy birthday, @Timmah!. Hope it's frickin' awesome. Ayaq

Hey buddy, you ever notice that @TBB is almost 'BUTT" spelled backwards? Maybe change his name to "Ur-TBB?" Hmm? Lol? Ayaq

Okay, bud, we got two votes here--me and you--for the "ixnay of the @Joe Canadian-ay." Lol. Eh? Ayaq

Joe, buddy, you Canadian wankers spell "harbor" funny. You should take your Webster's Collegiate Dictionary "oot and aboot." Eh? Your strip ladies scoff at my "two-nie (two "loonies")" tips--they prefer the paper with a picture of Queen Victoria on the front ($5). Lol. What's wrong with Plumped Out Pete? It's his birthday, isn't it? Happy birthday, Pete!! Ayaq

Happy birthday, Ghost-Chase Jim. Who you gonna call? Jim, of course. Many more, eh? Ayaq

What @TBB typed, times two factors of 2,000, because my wish to you, sir, is infinitely better. Many more, hmm? Ayaq