THERE ARE NO BEARS IN NORTHERN MICHIGAN

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For many years people have been told that there are bears in the woods in the Northern region of Michigan’s Lower Peninsula. In truth, I have never seen a bear in Michigan except at the zoo. I believe that the rumors of wild bears running around in Michigan are fostered by the Wisconsin tourist industry. They are trying to scare people out of traveling to our wonderful state. Well, I have decided to put an end to these vicious rumors once and for all. So, with my brothers Mike and Ted, we are going off to the deep woods to spend a couple nights camping and looking for evidence of bears in the area.

Day 1
No Bears
Well, we're camping out in Kalkaska County in a large cedar swamp. Bears in Florida like swamps so we figured that bears in Michigan, if they exist, will love this big smelly swamp we found on Google. This is state land but, it does not appear that anyone has ever camped here. The mosquitoes are really bad. Hopefully, when it gets dark the mosquitoes should go to sleep and not bother us until morning. All we have to do now is gather up some firewood and heat up a can of beans and roast our hot dogs. We probably shouldn't’t be eating the beans. We’re liable to have a midnight musical extravaganza. I just hope its country or rock music and not some disco crap like we had to listen to on our last camp out.

2 Hours Later
Well, the sun has gone down but, the strange thing is the mosquitoes have not gone to sleep yet. Instead, they are swarming all around us and seem to be biting more often. Ted said mosquitoes never sleep. I hope Ted is wrong or this is going to be a really long night.

In order to get some bears to come around our campsite, we have left out some chopped up pig carcass on the hood of the car. The engine was really hot by the time we got back here so we decided to cook half of the pig parts a bit to get the scent in the air. The rest of the pig parts we left in the back seat in case we needed more bate for later.

The pig parts were left over from when we were chumming for great white sharks out on Lake Michigan. I’m going to have to pick up a lot of pop and beer cans downtown to pay all the fines the Department of Natural Resources socked us with. Who knew you needed a fishing license to look for great white sharks?

Midnight
Well, my watch says its twelve o’clock and I think something’s going on in the brush. I can’t tell what it is but, something is grunting and, moaning and. circling our camp. At first I thought it was just my brother Mike going for a bathroom break but, he’s still snoring away in his sleeping bag. Well, neither of my brothers is sleeping now. Something big and black just attacked the car. We should have parked the car closer to the camp fire so we could watch the pig carcass better.

I’m not sure what this thing is but, it’s up on its hind legs chomping down on the pig parts. It can’t be a bear because they never stand on their hind legs like a human. It must be a big hairy human. We’ll know more tomorrow when it goes away and the sun is up.

Day 2
It’s 6 a.m. and something has not only eaten every last bit of pig but, it tore the heck out of Ted’s car. Ted is just sitting up in his sleeping bag not moving at all. He just stares over at his ride. I think he’s in some sort of coma or something. It’s a good thing he’s in a coma because all the windows were smashed and his back seat that held the rest of the pig parts well, I never liked the upholstery anyway. The outside of the car was in even worse condition. Two of the tires were chewed right down to the wire mesh inside of them. There are more claw marks than paint left on his old red Chevy. It’s a good thing I talked him into taking his car out on this trip. I’d be really upset if something ripped my car up like that.

We were very fortunate that the creature did leave some evidence behind for us to examine. At first I thought Mike had something to do with it but, he flatly denied knowing anything about the large brown pile of evidence. Yes, the creature took time last night to relieve itself near Ted’s Chevy. Of course, this was no bear that did this. It was a hairy giant manlike thing that stood up on its hind legs while it ate pig and destroyed the red Chevy. I have waited my entire life to find evidence of this creature. Yes, I saw the creature Native Americans call Sasquatch also, known as Big Foot.

Epilogue
As we walked out of the woods I was elated. Not only did I prove there were no bears in Michigan but, I proved the existence of Big Foot. The camera on my cell phone was not working again however, I had in a plastic baggy the evidence I needed to show the scientific world, the quality of the research I do here in Northern Michigan.

We walked about a half mile down the old two track lumber trail then; I thought we had some more luck. We spied a Department of Natural Resources officer walking our way. Unfortunately, the news he had for us was grim. It seems it is illegal to bait bears on state land so I got a whopping ticket for that. My brother Ted received a citation for abandoning a dilapidated vehicle on state land. The worst news was that removing Sasquatch droppings from their natural habitat is also illegal so, I had to put the pile back where I found it. The officer confiscated my empty bag in case I tried to snitch a little bit of illegal Sasquatch droppings.

Well, at least we proved that bears don’t exist here in the lower peninsula of Michigan. I do want to warn everybody that you should not leave any pork parts in your car overnight. My brother Ted found out the hard way that Sasquatch can be really persistent when it comes to pork. Next time, Ted is going to keep any extra pork we have in his sleeping bag where it is safe.

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FROG LEGS DELIGHT

By Mike Collin
Recently, I and my older brother Tim went out to get some bull frog legs for dinner. We haven’t had to eat frog legs since we were kids but, Michigan is in some tough times right now. It’s like our dad is in charge of the entire economy and just like when we were kids, everyone is starving.

Don’t get me wrong. Just because poor people eat frog legs does not mean they don’t taste good. In fact, they are excellent. They really do taste like chicken. There just is not a lot of meat on each leg. It’s like eating buffalo wings. You need a mess of frog legs to get a meal.

My brother picked me up from under the bridge where I am currently living and we went to our secret frog leg pond way back in the woods. We parked near the “Exploit Chemicals” chemical dumping site at Quagmire Lake. There we found an old two track road that we walked down until we got to the old frog pond about a mile from Quagmire Lake. There were lots of bullfrogs and my brother and I each got six frogs which amounts to twelve legs for each of us. They were feisty little fighters. We caught each one with a homemade butterfly net then stuck them in a burlap sack.

We started back but took a wrong turn and got lost. Finally, we ended up on the other side of Quagmire Lake. We went up to the trail that went around the lake figuring that the trail would lead us out to the road. When we got to the lake shore we noticed that there were nothing but dead animals all around the shoreline and dead fish floating all over. There were deer and foxes and rabbits and birds all over.

My brother Tim started to panic. He insisted there must be some monster in the lake that is so horrible that it is scarring everything to death. Neither of us wanted to stand around there so we got going down the path until we could see the road and the chemical dump. We noticed that there was a line of trucks at the dump waiting to poor their stuff down a drain in the parking lot. As they poured some green and orange stuff into the drain it immediately came out the end of a pipe and fell like a waterfall into the lake. Tim said they were trying to dye the color of the lake so that they could better see the monster that was scarring all the wildlife to death. The trucks had a lot of foreign writing on them. There were trucks with writing in Italian, Chinese, Spanish, German, Dutch, Portuguese and a couple of trucks with writing neither of us could recognize. We figured they must be from Canada.

Just as we were getting up to the road a DNR (Department of Natural Resources Officer) stepped out of the bushes and asked us “what do you have in the bag?” We told him we had some frogs and opened the bag to show him. The officer then asked us if we had fishing licenses. Tim and I pulled our bill folds out and showed him our licensees. The officer then counted the frogs in our bag and said we had too many. He said we could only have five frogs each in your possession. He then said we were in violation of the law. He then wrote us out a citation for $100 each. He then said if he caught us poaching animals again we were going to be in big trouble.

I asked the officer if he was there to investigate all the dead animals around the lake and if the chemicals being poured into the lake by the trucks might be the problem. He said the chemical company called him and said there were two scruffy guys out poaching frogs in the woods. He also said the chemical company was licensed to dump chemicals from foreign countries in the lake and that the company was a good partner with the DNR. We then received our citations and the DNR officer confiscated our frogs. He then dumped all twelve of the frogs into Quagmire Lake. Within a few seconds the frogs were all floating motionless on top of the lake.

Well, this was not such a good frogging trip. Now I’ve got to pick up a thousand cans and bottles to get enough deposit money to pay my $100.00 fine. My brother still wants to go and pick up crayfish (crawdads) next week but, I think I’m going to cancel.

NO COUNTY FOR OLD BEARS

By Tim Colin
Recently there have been a number of bear sightings in Northern Michigan. Of course everyone knows there are no bears in Northern Michigan because the big foots ate them all. All the best scientific minds that I personally know, all say the same thing. So why is the public so ignorant about the bear/big foot facts. I decided to look beyond the scientific community to someone with some historical knowledge as to how the bears disappeared and were replaced with big foots.

To gain an accurate history regarding how bears disappeared in Michigan I thought about finding a bear expert at some college. Of course I remembered how boring college teachers are from my one semester at CMU so, I decided to look up someone who had first hand knowledge about how the big foots replaced the bears in Northern Michigan. That person was an old retired sheriff from Kalkasky County. I found the old grizzled man living in a trailer with a bunch of old bats. When I walked through his front door he told me to close it fast because his bats were light sensitive and when spooked by sunlight they immediately pee.

“How many bats you got now Sheriff Nutsman? And, how are you doint?" I asked as I approached an old man who was sitting on a bean bag chair and starring at a lava lamp. He was smoking a medicinal substance so I concluded he must have glaucoma or cancer or maybe really bad hemorrhoids since he was sitting on a bean bag chair.

“Some of them bats is pets and some of them is just plain wild. I'm doing really well right at the moment,” the sheriff commented as he took a deep puff on his pain reliever. “Say, do I know you?” he asked.

“You don’t know me but, you know my family. You arrested my dad, his brothers and my granddad several times over the years.”

“So, your last name must be Colin?” Sheriff Nutsman said as he remembered my family.

“Yes,” I replied. “My name is Tim Colin.”

“Yeah, I knew your family. They was always getting arrested for hunting and fishing out of season. They also liked to use homemade dynamite as their favorite way to take wild game. They also liked to rustle cattle and had sticky fingers everywhere they worked. Yeah, I knew that bunch really well. I knew your daddy well too. I knew you mom especially well. I don’t know what she ever saw in your dad. He was such a looser. Say, you’re not here for some sort of paternity suit or something?”

‘No Sheriff,” I responded. “I’m only interested in how the big foots got rid of the bears and took over the forest in Northern Michigan. You’re not some eccentric millionaire living in a beat up old trailer full of bat materials?”

“No. What you see is what you’d get, son.” Answered Sheriff Nutsman.

I was a bit disappointed and said” I think I’d rather be homeless than inherit this place. I’m really only interested in the bears.”

“Good choice boy,” Sheriff Nutsman said. “Now I’ll tell you my story. It was way back in the 1970’s when I was just a journeyman deputy for sheriff Goober Peas. Now old Goober was getting ready to retire when he and I had to drive out into the cedar swamps to investigate what was a complete massacre of bears.

There were tore up bears and ripped-up bicycles everywhere I said to the sheriff, ‘What happened here?’

“It would appear that this was an illegal honey deal gone wrong,” said Sheriff Peas. “A couple of those bicycles are from Canada. You can tell because they have “God Save The Queen” on their License Plates. These other bikes say “Made in Japan” on them so some of these bears must be locals. You know we can’t seem to build anything in America anymore,” the sheriff said in a disgusted voice. He was really ticked that we don’t make much in the U.S. anymore.

I pointed out to the sheriff that there was a large tricycle with a big wheel that didn’t have a scratch on it. Evidently the owner had been chased off by someone.”

“I know who owns that bike,” the sheriff exclaimed. “It belongs to Boo Boo Bear. I don’t believe he’s mixed up with this stuff. I think he might have the Canadian honey that appears to be missing from this crime scene.”

Now I found something in a muck hole. “Come over here and look at this,” I said.

The sheriff came over and looked at the muck. “It looks like we have ourselves a big foot going after poor Boo Boo. There was this big foot named Goldie Locks that escaped from a zoo last week up in Canada. He could have just took off out of the zoo and been done with it but this big foot is a real psychopath. Before he left the zoo he stopped off at the squirrel cage and ate every single squirrel at the zoo. There must have been thirty squirrels that he ate just out of meanness. I know for a fact that Canadian zoos always make sure their big foots are well feed and cared for so he didn’t have to eat all the squirrels. He didn’t even have to eat a one of them. You just can’t make these things up.

Well, poor Boo Boo was found all ate up. In fact, bears started to disappear all over Michigan as more and more Canadian Big Foots crossed the border into our state. Now there is not a single bear left here anywhere in Michigan. All there are left are those big foot monsters. You just can’t make this stuff up.

You know last night I had this dream. It was about the old days and my dad was still alive. He and I were on roller skates like people used to be way back in the 1960’s. Dad passed me while smoking a home rolled cigarette. I knew that he was going on ahead to find a couple of chairs to sit down in so we could each enjoy one of his home rolled cigarettes.”




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