Saturday, February 9/2013, I received a text message from my husband asking if I had plans for the weekend. I replied that I had no plans, that I could remember anyway. Sometimes I forget and plan-over plans, by accident, of course. He had received a message asking if we were up for some company for a day or two. Since my schedule was clear, it was a go on the visit from out of town.
I had been out and about most of the day and was on my way home when I received a phone call from my cousin Denise. Denise lives just east of Lexington.
By the way, I love Lexington, Kentucky!
Denise had a four hour-drive in getting to us, so she came in late and bearing gifts!
Ale-8-1 is one of our favorite drinks, and it's available only in the Kentucky region. It is a strong ginger ale drink that my Uncle Hubert always serves slushy. He has a refrigerator set at the perfect temperature to accomplish the perfect slushiness. It's one of the things I love about visiting family on the other side of the river.
Warning! This drink has a very strong caffeine content, and will keep you wide awake for hours! (Well, me anyway.)
We stayed up most of the night talking about family and loved ones who have gone on, and how much we missed them. We covered mysterious people in the family, or crazy friends of the family. We also talked about family secrets. Let's face it, all families have them. And, we went on into spookier territory, discussing stories of ghostly encounters within the family. The Sexton family history is rich with stories of life, death and just plain out living.
The next morning we slept in late, missing Sunday morning church service, which we seldom do. Greg made breakfast, biscuits and gravy, with turkey sausage and eggs.
We had to make a trip to Evansville that day to get some much needed items and do a little shopping. We had a fabulous dinner at the Olive Garden, then a fabulous Sunday night church service before we went home and regrouped for a Squatching outing before Denise had to return home the next day.
With Ale 8 in my backpack, I also took Sierra Mist Natural . It's caffeine free, and I knew my alarm would be going off early the next morning.
We headed out the door to locate a Squatch. I drove to the farthest point of our venture, and would work my way back to civilization. The photos were taken the next morning, after my bus route. It is a tracing of our events.
One day maybe I will have night friendly equipment, but for now I have a blast with what I have.
To the right is Denise, sporting her camouflage split skirt with her much-loved Fat Baby boots. And, of course, my ball bat.
I could not get her to do any calling- out though. All they did was giggle and make snickers at me.
I do beef it up sometimes, just to get a laugh.
I like to stop down the road from this location and do some calls. Then, I sit quietly for a while, and wait. It gives whatever might hear me, more time to respond.
My theory is, vocals carry
well here, but it's a large area, and it takes a little time for them to come and investigate.
We had worked our way back to the road that led home and I had parked at a particular crossroads that I frequent for a good reason. I have gotten a few responses from this location in the past. I called out, did some wood knocking and just sat and listened.
I started the Expedition and drove a little farther down the road. I decided to stop and call out one more time by a recently flooded field that had begun to dry up a little, but, was still very muddy. I could see the wood-line just ahead, but open fields on both sides of me.
I called out a couple of times and we just sat for a few moments, listening. And then, to our right, just across the field, we heard a response.
It mimicked the call I'd made, with not just one, but TWO return calls!
My sister, Angelia, had asked me to do just a particular call just before we stopped, so I did. We'd heard no coyotes or owls that night, other than a single howl, far away and upriver, earlier.
This creature had to have heard me from the last location we had just come from, because it was responding from another corner of the same field.
From our location, it was behind us to the right.
My sister called out to start the engine! After her last encounter she was still shook up a bit.
We proceeded up the road, past the wood-line, to give us a safer distance. We stopped again and called out a few more times, but didn't hear any more responses.
Denise asked why we were not going to chase it down. I told her that I'm not ever gonna be chasing one down because sometimes they eat people!
Just ask the Indians!
Besides that, it was way too muddy. We would have sank to our shoulders. The river was just through the field, and a small patch of woods. The following pictures were taken from all corners around this field, the same field we heard the responses come from.
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