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Prankin’ Bigfoot
Text Copyright © 2009 by Gregory Paul Dail
Cover Art Copyright © 2009
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I pulled up to my friend’s mountain retreat after nearly eight hours of driving. Reno’s rustic wilderness cabin was so far back in the Cascades not even wild life officers would venture. Throwing open the door of my Range Rover rental I struggled to my feet. Legs and torso numbed by the long bumpy ride. I stretched while surveying my digs for next few days admitting that the place truly had a spectacular view of Mount St. Helens.
By the way my name is Thomas Matthews and I’m a writer. My preferred genres were science fiction and horror. I’ve had a few best sellers and one of my novels was made into a movie, you know the one with the zombies. My latest book wasn’t going well, writer’s block, and my editor ordered me to get away and not to come back until I had a complete manuscript.
I knew she meant it and if I didn’t come through I was going to loose my publisher and the fat advances they gave me. Honestly, I had even stronger motivation to get the job done. I had a gorgeous Conservative Strategist from D.C. waiting in the wings to join me at the Cheeca Lodge in the Florida Keys for a week of fun in the sun and abundant amounts of Buffet tunes. That’s right I’m a parrot head and proud of it!
Reno’s cabin was built in the center of a small meadow and the surrounding tree line was thick, dark and foreboding. The exterior of the cabin was extremely weathered and looked a hundred years old. I new my friend Reno would have what he called infrastructure and basic amenities. Sure enough the small outbuilding had a primary and backup generator and a water treatment plant that could supply a small city.
Following his instructions I began flipping switches and soon the pleasant hum of the primary generator filled the building. Lights popped on and the water system began to pressurize. I waited patiently until I had six greens on the panel. While waiting I pondered on what Reno meant by, “challenging wild life, when describing his retreat,
Stopping at my rented Rover I grabbed an arm load of gear anxious to check out the “basic amenities.” I piled my load into a nearby rocker and dug for the key. Fiddling for the key I noticed that the door was covered with quarter inch stainless steel and had deadbolts at the top, middle and bottom of the door, “What the hey! Surely crime is not a problem way out here,” I said to the door.
I found the single key and unlocked the heavy duty deadbolts and shoved on the massive door with my shoulder. It swung open easily.The steel covered door was nearly five inches thick and hung on four massive hinges. The jam was solid steel and would rival any bank vault. “Bears, it’s to keep the bears out,” I theorized loudly.
The cabin interior was comprised of great room that encompassed a kitchen, a large modernly equipped bathroom that included laundry equipment and an oversized bedroom. The great room was luxuriously furnished as I expected with a large fireplace; large flat screen TV and the furnishings were plush, comfortable and manly. It was exactly the basic amenities I expected from my buddy.