The Adventures of Soonerguy
The early morning air hangs heavy over the Blue Ridge Mountains of West Virginia. Crickets still sing dimly in the dark over the quiet murmur of Lake Puskarhootchie. Birds chirp. Frogs croak. But suddenly another sound breaks the calm atmosphere.
“Whoop! Whoop!”
This is no whooping crane, nor is it a West Virginia Highway Patrol Car pulling over a rowdy tailgater dragging his muffler from the back of his 1979 Chevy 4×4 pickup.
It’s much more like the call of the fabled Bigfoot or “Sasquatch” resonating resoundingly over the landscape.
“Whoop! Whoop!” it repeats. The birds, the frogs, and the crickets go silent. Then we hear the tremulous reply,