Yes! That's exactly what you think it is! Big Foot nests! An entire colony lived there, we were sure of it. We poked around for awhile and peeked inside each nest, but found nothing. We even staked the place out from our own makeshift nest, but those bastards never came home. I'm convinced they must have some super smelling powers and they sniffed us out before they got too close. To them, we smell like shit, I think.
We finally gave up our stake-out and made our way back to the main road. The spawn and I got separated from Hubber somehow and as luck would have it, we spotted this sasquatch disguised in men's clothing:
How awesome is that shit?! We were ecstatic! Finally, someone captured a clear photo of Big Foot... and that someone was ME! It wasn't until I lowered the camera, that I realized Harry was wearing HUBBER'S clothes! HE ATE MY HUSBAND!
The spawn and I hopped into our car and headed back to the ranger's station. That was about the time my cell phone rang. It was Hubber.
Hubber: Where the hell are you going?!
Me: You're alive!!!
Me: You ARE alive, right??
Hubber: I'm gonna kick your ass.
Turned out Hubber was the Big Foot wearing Hubber's clothes. That tricky a-hole. Anyway... that excursion in '05 was a fucking bust; but that shit didn't stop us from believing... and it certainly didn't stop us from searching for Big Foot when we went back to Pike's Peak in 2009.
Again, we captured a photo of what we thought was surely a sasquatch:
Turned out, it was just the oldest spawn, searching for Big Foot nests. It was another wasted trip to Pike's Peak. But, just when we had given up our search, we stumbled upon this guy at the Denver Zoo:
A baby sasquatch! They grow those little fuckers at the zoo. They train them to survive on their own and how to hide from humans. Then, they let them go free in the mountains to drive us all batshit crazy. It's a conspiracy and the Denver Zoo is in on it! I'm gonna crack this case and break it all open one day, y'all! Just wait! You're gonna see me on the Discovery Channel and you'll be all like, "Hey! I know that girl!"
Hubber: You sure are obsessed with this Big Foot shit.
Me: Yeah, well... I'm gonna be rich one day when I figure this shit out.
Hubber: I have a theory.
Me: Tell me.
Hubber: I think YOU have some Big Foot blood in you. That's what triggering this unnatural need of yours to find a real Big Foot. You're being "called" by your people! Like a Cylon! You're a freakin' alien!
Me: I like it. Maybe I have special powers that'll kick in and I'll be able to blow shit up with my eyes!
Hubber: Yeah. I'm sure that'll happen.
So, on our 2012 trip to Colorado, we made another stop at Pike's Peak. Evidently, the Big Foot sightings are out of control. They even put up a life-size Big Foot statute so we'd know what it looked like when we saw it. Naturally, we took a picture with the big guy:
Cute, huh? He kinda looks like a naked, hairy Paul Bunyan. And, as luck would have it, they even had foot print castings at the park. I stuck my foot on one to see if there were any similarities:
Nada. I have a feeling Hubber's theory is a bunch of bullshit. He got me all hyped up thinking I'm gonna rule the world like a fucking Cylon... just to find out I probably have nothing in common with Big Foot. Well, except for maybe the bushy eyebrows and crazy hairs that grow in weird places.