Saturday, November 28, 2009

A George Hope sighting is not unlike seeing the elusive Bigfoot.

One minute you're minding your own business, tooling around in the woods, and the next you are face to face with that which is rarely seen, let alone documented.
A knot grows in your stomach as you fumble for your camera, and then he flashes you his signature smile letting you know everything is gonna be alright.
You snap the shot, and he finishes his beer as he deftly reenters the thick foliage.

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