Lost in Translation 4

So far it has been easy to relate this story. It is quite easy to take up the hobby of bigfoot hunting when you are old and have a lot of time on your hands, enough tech savvy to create an app such as I did, and then go out and pursue your dream which if you are completely honest: you don’t ever expect to see fullfilled because you never really believed there was a ten foot tall hairy creature roaming the woods. Even after falling asleep while out in the woods, and awaking to discover something(s), plural, had been surrounding your slumber; you don’t think it is going to be bigfoot!
That is, until you see the big print in the soil behind the rock you were sleeping on. Up until the moment I had returned to the rock and saw that big print: I thought there must be some other explanation. Who knows? Perhaps it was a couple of raccoons. They can sound like human beings from a distance. Maybe a horny couple stumbled upon my sleeping away like I was; so they decided to have a little drama. That was working just fine for me until I saw that big print! Then you gotta stop a second and really consider what you slept through?


I was back at home when the app returned the next set of translated phrases. I won’t offend you by stating what many of the possible phrases might have been, but suffice to know there were enough from which to choose that I can confidently say that if I went through all of them that eventually I would find something offensive for every taste.


I think some if not many of the phrases which I won’t make known, were said in the heat of the moment, and not to me. There are some phrases which make sense, but there is an overwhelming side conversation going on with the female which I am being forced to weed out. If I had to guess I would say this couple have not been together a long time. In fact they may be still on their honeymoon because the male of the two just seems to have a one-track mind while the two of them are in my presence. I think he requested every position besides doing it “people-style”.


Joking aside now that I know these things actually exist I will have to give some consideration whether to have anything further to do with this matter. It was all shits and grins when I thought I would never actually run into the creatures. I’m so glad I was sleeping when they came around. I’m not even sure my heart could take seeing a hairy beast standing ten feet tall in front of me.


Next the app finished the process. Yes it could translate. Of course there was a good chance the app would not translate everything perfectly but I bet it could have been sufficient to do the job but we will never know because of what I heard from the last of the translation. Apparently they discussed either eating me, or the reference was to the cigars I had in my shirt pocket. Which is the more likely because though I didn’t think about them until hearing the translation, all my cigars were gone when I woke up that morning.


So if being completely truthful, the more likely scenario of what the beasts were saying after you put everything together was first the two discussed waking me up, or perhaps to not wake me up. There was a lot of honeymoon stuff as I will term it. I had several ways to interpret what they were saying, which ranges from being quite comical to quite dominating, which someday someone will likely discover which but I won’t be the one to do it. If you’re curious I will say my best guess is that the conversation which was recorded was one of a virgin turned not; whether by marriage or perhaps season, whom had very much enjoyed the journey and that was very eager to revisit the sensation again. So much so that he didn’t really care much whether I was there, whether I woke up, or not. His begging, although it could have been suggesting, or even ordering; resulted in the same reaction which any human male would expect from a human female had the situation been reversed and it was a bigfoot found sleeping by a human couple. She was having nothing to do with it.


So even if my first impression was wrong, and the male was being more forceful than toward begging, the result was the same. Apparently no means no in sasquatch as well as in human terms. When the no was made clear the conversation went towards other things aside reproduction but the male would quickly bring the subject back around full circle. On a side note, based just on this one incident, I find it rather hard to believe there are not more of these creatures floating around out there. It was obvious they had already entered into the act of reproducing so the matter was not so much whether she was willing but rather that she was just not willing while a human being was sleeping right next to them.

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