The other night, Kindra asked me if I had checked the trail cams I put in our woods.
It had been a few days, so I pulled the SD card out of the camera near the reading and story area she has cleared along the creek.
It contained a bunch of photos of a whitetail doe, no doubt checking to see if the persimmons are getting ripe. There was one very nice photo of her posed directly in front of the camera.
Kindra seemed more disappointed than I expected that there were no photos of a Sasquatch.
The careful reader may recall that I was hoping to get a photo of one of the elusive Squatches, thus resolving forever the question of “do they or do they not” exist.
The next day, Kindra asked if I had replaced the SD card.
“No, it’s muddy after the rain, but I’ll do it tomorrow,” I said.
And so I did. I also lowered the cam to about 18 inches off the ground in hopes of getting a photo or three of squirrels or coons. Maybe a possum.
So, the next day - Monday - Kindra asked if I thought we had any new deer photos.
“Maybe,” I said after some prodding. “I’ll check.”
So, we walked into the woods, where I thought I noticed the ground tamped down near the camera.
Back inside the house, Kindra filled out an online census form while I loaded the SD card in my computer.
There were a bunch of photos of Jane the Doe furtively checking the area and occasionally striking a pose.
“Anything else?” Kindra asked. There was frustration in her voice, so I put two and two together, then divided to get the square root and realized we were looking for more than deer photos.
After some encouragement, she showed me a photo on her phone of what we were looking for.
And it was... Kindra dressed in a Squatch costume with a pink tutu, a halter top, a black wig and dangly hoop earrings.
She said she had made a couple of trips to the woods and walked in front of the camera, but had never been captured in an image.
The only explanation I could dredge was that she didn’t stay in front of the camera long enough.
It is triggered by a motion sensor and has a delay of several seconds before it takes the photo.
So, she probably passed too quickly in front of it.
Kindra also posited that Squatches may share the DNA marker with vampires that prevents them from showing up in photos.
Could be. My focus now is on late October, when Kindra and I plan on going to the Talimena Drive to peep some foliage.
Southeastern Oklahoma is where the true believers say Squatches still live in the wild, so I want Kindra to wear her Squatchette costume and hide in a restroom until a car of tourists, preferably from Texas, pulls up.
I’ll text her and she can walk out casually and get in the pickup. We’ll drive away, maybe waving equally casually to the Texans.
Sounds like fun, especially if Kindra can get the fingers in her Squatch hands to do a horns down.