Ok, I had my fun. Now for the true story.

Alright, alright... so maybe it wasn't Bigfoot. Maybe I doctored the photos a little. Whatever. I think a lot of us would have preferred that it really was some sort of mythical creature living in the woods, as opposed to the truth.

The truth is this: Our favorite fishing hole just outside of Vancouver, WA just happens to be next to an infamous nudist beach. Now, this was my 3rd year of fishing here and I hadn't ever seen the legendary naked beings myself. That all changed this last time.

Come about 9:00 am, a guy who came to be known by us as "Buck" shows up on the beach and strips right down to his birthday suit. Keep in mind it was about 40 degrees out, and we were all in heavy coats, hats, and huddled around a propane heater in the boat. Not Buck. He was proud to shake what his Momma gave him and strut up and down that beach for a good part of the morning.

Passersby would walk up the beach (fully clothed) and we would just watch as Buck emerged from behind a bush (fully naked), cross his arms, put his leg up on a log, and stand there as the people walked by. We were pretty far out from the beach, so I'm not sure if there was any sort of verbal exchange occuring, but I can only imagine what both parties were thinking.

I mean seriously? What sort of mental instability does it take in a person to get up on a Saturday morning, see that it's almost freezing outside, and say to yourself, "I think I'm going to go hang out totally naked on the beach today by myself and call it a day."

Sorry for the graphic post this time, but this was just too weird to keep bottled up. Eww.