A legendary Big Fed was spotted,just off-trail,in Jones Gap State Park (March 2015) ....
............. If you should encounter one of these, always maintain a safe distance and feed at your own risk.......
this is actually my neck of the no-neck woods......17.7mi up the mountain from where I live
Wow, this is the only known image captured of the rare Blue Coveralled JayBee. This image was retrieved from a camera found at this very site. Tragically, the owner, whose SUV was discovered nearby, has never turned up. I understand that tags for this species, considered the Holy Grail, are issued to a few extremely lucky hunters only by a Wildlife Federation lottery system.
These are really the first high-quality pictures we have of the elusive Big Fed. They far surpass the grainy pics taken by the late Willy Ferps down in Great Gravy Gap a few years back, whom we fear suffered the same fate as the unfortunate driver of that SUV when what was thought to be Mrs. Big Fed came up behind him.
@jkuvakas ... on those nights when the chilly mountain air makes it`s way down into Travelers Rest,the old folks claim they can still smell Big Fed .....ruminatin` in the hills......JK`s buddy, "the late Willy Ferps down in Great Gravy Gap" used to say it was just some fool waving a trout into the wind
@jkuvakas ... on those nights when the chilly mountain air makes it`s way down into Travelers Rest,the old folks claim they can still smell Big Fed .....ruminatin` in the hills......JK`s buddy, "the late Willy Ferps down in Great Gravy Gap" used to say it was just some fool waving a trout into the wind
While it may be true that Blue Coveralled JayBee, aka Big Fed, emanates the essence of beached trout, to his credit he insists on bathing only as nature dictates; which is in the unpredictable surf surge of the OBX.
Those Great Gravy Gap folk are fond of putting other folks down. They know no one ever waves a trout in the wind, not around Great Gravy Gap they don't. It's more likely Big Fed derives his unique and proufoundly odiferous aroma from digging around in Emily Trachette's compost pile. As most 3G residents will remember, Emily and thoughts of her feminine attributes as well as her peach melba pie is thought responsible for Willy's inattention to his immediate surroundings, which some think, led to his tragic disappearance as he came upon Big Fed.
Those Great Gravy Gap folk are fond of putting other folks down. They know no one ever waves a trout in the wind, not around Great Gravy Gap they don't. It's more likely Big Fed derives his unique and proufoundly odiferous aroma from digging around in Emily Trachette's compost pile. As most 3G residents will remember, Emily and thoughts of her feminine attributes as well as her peach melba pie is thought responsible for Willy's inattention to his immediate surroundings, which some think, led to his tragic disappearance as he came upon Big Fed.
You may be absolutely correct JK. It seems very likely that the Legendary BF would dig for night crawlers for river fishing bait plus unearth the odd gustotorial goodie for himself. There had been persistent rumor in and around GGG of Willy's stated fixation on any woman in a flour dusted apron rolling dough and his infatuation with Miss Emily's pins.
say what you will about willful wildlife waving........look down your nose at it all you want......just last month,the residents of 3G Wagon Estates had a sort of pool goin` over "just what IS that smell ?"......it was limited to just the recently wafting Tuesday night smell, and this kept the contest "fresh" and in-the-moment......serious stakes too.....Camel Blue Collector 3 Pack..
of course the usually suspect compost pile behind Emily Trachette's place got honorable mention
...some of the smells identifications involved histrionically enhanced arguments and included things that normal folk would take measure to NEVER smell,let alone dwell upon
at wit`s end with all the squealing and bellyaching,the high Sheriff kicked a beyond expiration date chicken into the pond.....then declared IT and ONLY it to be the emanator !!......"case closed,gimmie the Camels"
say what you will about willful willywog waving........just last month,the residents of 3G Wagon Estates had a sort of pool goin` over "just what IS that smell ?"......it was limited to just the recently wafting Tuesday night smell, and this kept the contest "fresh" and in-the-moment......serious stakes too.....Camel Blue Collector 3 Pack..
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of course the usually suspect compost pile behind Emily Trachette's place got honorable mention
...some of the smells identifications involved histrionically enhanced arguments and included things that normal folk would take measure to NEVER smell,let alone dwell upon
at wit`s end with all the squealing and bellyaching,the high Sheriff kicked a beyond expiration date chicken into the pond.....then declared IT and ONLY it to be the emanator !!......"case closed,gimmie the Camels"
Sheriff Buford, passing by on patrol, is attracted to the meeting by the aroma of donuts and coffee. Feigning interest in the debate at hand, Buford grows impatient to exit as the donut supply runs out, so he impulsively kicks a package of chicken left near the barbecue into the water; falsely announcing it to be the stale dated source of the odor. The group naively commend Buford for his deductive reasoning and decisiveness. Only Mr. McFeely of Speedy Delivery, a man born on the bayou, realizes that that the overly sated Sheriff has just unwittingly attracted the gators.
