Showing posts with label cryptid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cryptid. Show all posts

Monday, March 03, 2008

Break out the twelve weights boys...



It seems South Carolina's Lizardman might be back.
"The whole front half of our van is chewed up. There are bite marks right through the front grill. Both sides of the van above the wheel wells were bitten and the metal is bent like a piece of paper." There is a local legend of the Lizard Man, one that locals swear by.
Dan Torjdman reports for WIStv that "the legend blows in with a brisk winter wind, sending chills through neighbors in Lee County."

I wouldn't be prowling around the Carolina's in a green suit anytime in the near future. We know how to deal with this sort of thing.

Tordjman reports that Rawson is armed with a Glock and "ready to shoot what he feels is most likely a bear. Lee County Sheriff E.J. Melvin says it could be a coyote, but then again, "All the scratch marks, people are saying, 'Sheriff, it's Lizard Man.' Don't know. It's hard to say."

In honor of the scaled green one's return to the limelight we bring you FlyFishMagazine.com's Tuesday Lizard Links:

Perhaps you might use it while fishing the waters off Lizard Island.
Check out this chapter from Richard Louv's book "Fly Fishing for Sharks" titled "Fish Eyes and Lizard Legs".
Had enough? Try a Lounge Lizard Cocktail as described on the FlyBC message board.
- 2 ounces of Cuban Rum (any dark rum will do)
-1 ounce of Amaretto.
-Amount of coke (cola) you desire.
- mix with ice cubes

Friday, October 26, 2007

Anyone else hear that roaring noise?



Anglers fishing near Roaring "no pun intended" Creek in Greenbrier County, West Virginia might do well to watch their back and cut down on applications of zebra scented cologne:

While bow hunting last Wednesday on his 40-acre plot of land at Big Roaring Creek at the foot of Cold Knob, Jim Shortridge of Frankford says he watched a full-grown male African lion, complete with a four-foot-long tail, pace around his hunting shanty for about 40 minutes before running off into the woods.

No doubt a group of the good old boys are preparing their pith helmets for safari as we type these words.

Link via Loren Coleman' s Cryptomundo