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((the things Orr says next are actually things I've heard on Finding Bigfoot))
Orr loudly cleared his throat. "Well, since I seem to be the only one who does know of these things, I will explain it to you. Sasquatches make calls to each other back and forth, and if you call, then one might reply. Same with the knocks. They hit a stick against a tree as another form of communication, along with whistles, calls, and whoops."
Fera groaned. "You expect us to tromp down the roadside shouting like a tortured buffalo?"
((Oh my gosh. Really? Haha:P)))
Cypress busted out laughing, nearly choking on a tortilla chip. The mental image that Fera had given her was just too funny.
"I call the beating the trees. You and Bubba can whoop," Cypress laughed pointing at Orr. "I'm sure they'd come check you guys out. Hubba hubba." she started laughing even harder.
Bubba looked up long enough from his food to realize he was the butt of a joke. "I am very attractive. Thanks for noticing."
((Yes, really! It's insanely funny; I love it! They also think that sasquatches eat deer and can have blonde, black, brown, red, and gray/white hair :D))
Fera burst out in laughter. "I'm sure the squatches would find you attractive. And yes, I would much rather beat dead trees then scream unti my voice box ruptures."
Orr looked serious. "Well, fine. Bubba and I will do calls, but I'll have to teach you tree knocks first."
"It's hitting a stick on a tree trunk!" Fera protested. "What skill is there to it?"
((huh. To think I thought it was my neighbors all of this time.... ))
"We could give it a beat," Cypress said and picked up a stick. She began to whack the ground. "We will, we will rock you!"
Bubba shook his head. "No, they probably like country. Or maybe the blues."
((ha, ha. Yeah, their "facts" are pretty outlandish..."
"Please tell me you're no serious." Fera nudged her glasses up and tucked her hair back into her jacket, taking another bite of her potatoes with her other hand.
Orr glared at her. "Of course we're serious. Aren't we, Bubba? Not about the music, but the calls and knocks."
((Is this show a lot like Moonshiners or Swamp People and stuff or Turtle Man?)))
"Of course I am about the music!" Bubba said pointing his fork at Fera, "No animal likes rock. It hurts their ears. Blues on the other hand is a lot more calming and soothing."
Bubba then looked at Orr, "But he is right about one thing. There must be something that they answer to. Makeing lots of different sounds might draw them near."
Cypress nodded thoughtfully, "Well, hunters use old deer antlers and knock them together to draw other bucks. They said that the sound draws them to them as good as a call."
Bubba nodded. "It's true."
((No, these people are actually scientists who are going out and searching for Bigfoots. It's not scripted at all. Of course, I've never heard of Moonshiners, or Swamp People.))
Fera put her head in her hands. "Blues is the worst kind of music on the planet. Please tell me you're going to be playing it far away from me."
Orr pretended to consider her request. "Maybe, if you make a call."
Fera opened her mouth indignantly as if to say something, but for a few seconds, no words came out. "I am not going to sit in the woods screaming!" she protested.
((Oh. Okay. Moonshiners and stuff are some of those red neck shows on TV, but they are so dramatized in some spots it's sad.))
"Agreed." Cypress nodded. "Besides I'll be filming you guys in action mostly. I can bang some sticks but if I 'whoop' I will overwell all the other sounds the camera will be picking up."
Bubba rolled his eyes. "I'll whoop! I've been raised by a mom and five sisters. I'm sure I can make somethign up."
"I'll whoop if you need me to, but I'm not going to scream like I'm being murdered." Fera stood up from the log and pushed up her glasses again.
Orr looked them all over. "You'll all be making knocks and calls if there's a squatch nearby. But first some equipment would be nice." He reached into the trunk and slung his backpack onto his back. "Thermal cameras, video," he gestured to Cypress. "Whatever you've got."
Cypress smiled impishly. "I have everything. If Bigfoot is out there I will get a picture of him." She went to the trucnk and pulled out four bags- stuffed with equipment. "Just show me the way and I'll start setting these babies up."
Bubba jumped up, "Finally! Some action!"
Fera unzipped her pack and pulled out a beat up game camera and an old thermal. "I've got my equipment." She looked to Orr. "Where to?"
Orr shrugged. "You an Cypress could go West, and we'll go East, toward that range of hills."
Bubba stood and grabbed his stuff, a grin spreading across his lips. "LEt's go!"
He turned and started heading east. Not even bothering to see if Orr was finished talking or following.
Cypress nodded. "Got it. We'll find Bigfoot if he's out there."
She looked at Fera, "Ready to show these boys how to hunt?"
"Not only that." Fera lowered her voice. "Let's give them a little fright, too."
Orr jogged off after Bubba, hoping that the girls would get the memo and head in the other direction.
Cypress smiled and hefted her bag. "Just what do you have in mind?"
Bubba led the way. Not caring if Orr was coming or not. He was finally going back into the woods.
Fera laughed deviously. "Oh, I have a brilliant idea." She reached into her pack and pulled out a gillysuit. "Thermal cameras don't exactly show detail, and if he think we can fool a squatch by screaming, I'll bet we could fool him just as well."
Orr caught up to Bubba and adjusted his thermal camera and head lamp. "You want to do a couple calls, or should I?"
Bubba pointed at him, "If you wanna look like an idiot and sound like dying cow be my guess."
Cypress smiled. "Oh my gosh. This is going to be awesome."
Orr sighed. "Do you want to see a squatch?"
Fera grabbed her own thermal camera. "First, now that it's pretty dark out, we need to see if gillysuits even show up well enough on the thermal camera." She tossed Cypress the suit. "Put it on over your clothes. I've got the camera."
Bubba rolled eyes. "No. I just want to wander about aimlessly hitting trees for no reason. Of course, I want to find a sqatch. We'd be remembered for all of history!"
Cyrpess took the suit. She slipped it on and posed. "How do I look?"
Orr tossed him a stick and grabbed one of his own. "Then let's get going."
Fera held up the thermal. "Like a fur-covered heat blob that walks on two legs." She shrugged and gave Cypress a thumbs up. "Perfect."
Bubba grabbed the stick and began to whack the trees- taking note of each type that was near by. He wondered if squatches liked one kind over another?
Cypress grinned. "Great. Let's do this."
She rubbed her hands in excitement.