There are no flies on Chief Imawanna Getacheck.....mosquitos?....probably.
Fresh off a long southern pull, down Interstate 75 ,Chief wastes no time putting together his Snowbird Haven,Souvenir Shop/Live Bait and Daily-Made Fried Pie destination Vacation Zone
Just 26 mi west of the interstate in Sunny Gainesville (unincorporated) Florida
From bear wrestling (and attempted escape), to the every afternoon presentation of the Roscoe Coletrain murder mystery theater + later, the world famous, Under the stars Picnic BBQ
Kids !!!!....Meet some of your favorite WWE superstars.....Say hello to your Favorite Uncle : Slippin`Jimmy!!(Fridays after 5pm,Saturdays noon until 8pm )
!!!and just maybe pick up a harmless native parasite (or two!) that will become your lifelong companion!!!
Slippin' Jimmy's vanity once again gets the better of him as he grows jealous of Chief Gettacheck's surprising ability to put on a first class event. In desperation he loudly requests everyone to gather round as he will be performing an amazing stunt driving act in his latest trade-in, the Chevy Apache stake side. He jumps into the truck with great flourish and with a churlish sneer and wave of his 45 gallon hat, yells out a parting cheap shot at the glaring Chief; "At least this is one Apache that knows how to entertain a crowd." Not noticing two of the Legendary 3 Bears lazing in the back of the Apache, Slippin' Jimmy guns the truck and puts it through a series of punishing maneuvers; culminating in a finale of three high speed, back to back Rockford Turns. Unfortunately Mama Bear loses her footing and shifts the load, causing the Apache to flip heavily onto its side in a cloud of dust as the Bears are flung into the air. As the crowd goes wild with applause, assuming the act was scripted, the stunned Two Bears stagger off into the woods, followed by a very concerned Baby Bear. All three wisely agree to go find some chairs to rest awhile and maybe grab a bowl of porridge somewhere. Slippin' Jimmy leaps from the wreck and skillfully works the cheering crowd, shaking hands and signing autographs, while looking at his wrecked Chevy and wondering if he can write this mess off as advertising on next years income tax. The crossdressing Big Bad Wolf, not in the mood for such excitement due to belly gas and a blue hairball in his throat, decides to go to Grandma's house to sleep it off.










