#sidehill

[satyrradio]

this image is more heartbreaking than the Titanic. why isn't this in museums

[saltedteas]

I blame the way I am now on a) reading fma and liking riza Hawkeye as a kid and then b) glados

[shortterm-emory]

Inktober Daily Cryptid #21: Wampahoofus (aka Sidehill Gouger). Yes, the legs are supposed to be like that. Suggested by @rebelwithoutamoz

[arcaiisart]

itll do for now

[twoa-plus]

part 3 of turning everyone in gravity falls into Creatures !!

(part 1) (part 2)

manly dan is a flannel shirt sasquatch. i don’t even have to explain this one

since gideon is a kitsune my bestie suggested a kappa for bud to stick with the “little bastards from japanese folklore” theme and i think it works :D also did u guys know that according to The Lore the soul is stored in the ass. there’s like a whole organ for it it’s called the shirikodama which literally means “small anus ball” i am not lying look it up. go tell ur friends this and speculate on how whoever came up with this did so it is guaranteed to be an entertaining conversation

couldn’t find any cute pig creatures so i just gave him more whimsy and covered him in glitter. is the glitter part of his skin or did mabel dump it on him? the world may never know

this one is actually non-canon to the au’s lore BUT im having fun so whatever :D time baby is an ouroboros bc cycles or whatever. also he has a little clock to play with :3

priscilla is a harpy bc of the vibes (terraria harpies i will never forgive u). also apparently “harpy” is also used as a derogatory term for like ?? a gold digger ?? which is hilarious given the context here

free pizza guy. my to-do list of characters comes from tt comments and someone actually said this guy. he has like 2 character traits and neither of them are helpful in figuring out what he would be so he’s a free space to me. get sidehill gougered

PYRONICA !!! i don’t even know what to call the aesthetic i ended up on but hopefully it suits her ?? also apparently she’s the personification of bill’s blue fire so i gave her some blue :3

preston northwest. stupid loser. anyways he’s a blue dragon - they’re lawful evil, very territorial, follow rigid social hierarchies, etc etc, so i think it fits :D also now i kinda wanna see him & stan fight

abuelita is a naga !!! wanted to do smth a little unexpected with her :) they have an association with death/the afterlife which i thought was funny for the “no… he is not there” line, and are often depicted as guardians - usually this is of treasure or rivers but i think we can extend it to soos :D petition to have more good snake creatures snakes are Silly and i Like Them

made gompers a jersey devil :) it’s not the same kind of depiction as the one in lost legends but i thought it was a fun reference regardless, and it fits with the goat thing

slowed down a bit with progress on this thing but i have like 34 of these now i’m too deep i gotta do all of them. whenever i get around to part 4 i’ll link it here (assuming i remember lol)

[losech]

The first time I bear hunted was three years ago in West Virginia. I have been wanting to do that again for quite some time, but life just kept getting in the way. This year though, I was finally able to do it again. I've had this trip planned since last December and had intended to bring Cinder, but she came into heat a week before the trip so I did not bring any dogs. I was really bummed about that but I didn't let it ruin my mood, and not having to handle a dog was ok I guess.

Anyways, I drove down Friday after work and met up with Alex and his dogs Kuma, Sever, Zhulik, and a pup, Cody and his dogs Dixie and Chooch, Mike, and Matt and his son Nick on Saturday morning. We hiked some rough stuff, lots of sidehilling, straight downs, and straight ups. The dogs treed two smaller bears but nothing shootable, and we ended up not tagging a bear that day. It was a tough first day.

Sunday was easier hiking. Sever went off on his own adventure across the New River, twice, and Cody's two young dogs found and a treed a bear. Nick had the first shot and he took it and got his first bear. While he and Matt skinned and packed out the bear the rest of us kept hunting. The dogs followed some tracks but didn't tree for the rest of the day, and Sever eventually caught up to us, and Mike went home that night.

Monday we went to a new area. It was more of a hiking spot than the long abandoned logging roads we were on the first couple days. It had some nice trails in some gorgeous scenery. The dogs treed a bear shortly after getting to a flattish spot, and I shot my first bear of the trip. Cody and I watched the pup while skinning and packing out my bear and everyone else went on looking for another bear. Matt shot his first while we were still skinning mine, and while they were packing out that bear, the dogs treed again and Nick tagged out. Cody and his dogs and the pup went home that night.

Tuesday we started from camp, it was a bit rough with some brambles at first but the dogs found and treed a bear after we got through that. This bear was roughly the same size as my first but had a gorgeous coat, so I took her. Some hounds were running in the area and we got to listen to that for a while as we hiked to the tree and packed out the bear.

After getting back to camp, Matt and Nick packed up and headed home while Alex and I went to town to get some supplies and switch his phone service. Earlier on the way back to camp, the dogs had ran into someone who knew they were Laikas, and he messaged his friend who was hunting with him about them, and they messaged Alex. Matt and Mike were from Michigan and were still hunting and hadn't had much luck, and I had actually talked to Mike in the past. Since we had service now Alex responded and invited them to an afternoon hunt. I called my brother who was watching my dogs and got permission to stick around until the week was over. We took a couple hours break back at camp where we met up with them, then headed out to another new spot to see if we could find a bear.

This new spot had lots of neat rock formations, but it took the dogs a while to find a track. A couple miles in they struck one and trailed for a bit, then jumped and immediately treed a bear. Until this point we had been looking at smaller and medium sized bears and when Alex and I saw this one in the tree we knew it was big. Mike went in and shot this bear, and it slid down a ways almost to our feet. It dwarfed the dogs, and when we got to it, it really set in just how big this bear was. Easily 300+lbs, we were going to be here all night.

Alex had some other guys coming in that afternoon and messaged them that we were in a bit of a situation and if they could find a way to get to us, to come and help pack out. They drove around trying different roads for a while until Mike (yes three Mikes) talked to a landowner and got him to open a gate for us. By the time Mike, Robert, and Dave hiked in we had a fire going and the bear was deboned and ready to be loaded up. We managed to get that beast into all seven packs and made just one trip up to the truck. We got back at camp late that night and didn't get to bed until about 4am. Matt and Mike drove home and got there the next day.

Wednesday we called off a morning hunt since we all needed sleep. That afternoon we went to a different section of the hiking area I had shot my first bear and tried some logging roads that branched off from the trails. It took a while but the dogs did find a bear, but this bear wouldn't tree. It kept moving a ways, slowly, and the dogs stuck with it. They did that down to the bottom of the ridge we were on and started back up the other side into the hiking trails. Dave had gone back to the truck earlier, the pack out the night before had wrecked his feet, and we got him to come to a road above us and pick us up and take us back to the trailhead and cut a lot of time and hiking out. It was getting dark and we needed to get to the bear fast.

We hiked back in and came across a squirrel hunter who had heard the commotion. The dogs and bear had moved again since we'd driven around, and they moved another time when Zhulik who was still with us heard them and joined in. The squirrel hunter tagged along as we hiked to the dogs. Alex and Mike went in when they got close enough, but the bear spooked and ran. The next time we got close the rest of us stayed way back and Alex and Mike stalked up as quietly as possible. The bear had finally treed and Mike was able to get a shot. Turns out the bear had previously been shot at by a handgun, and the bullet had broken a back leg, and that's why it moved slow and wouldn't tree. Probably by an angry landowner. The squirrel hunter enjoyed watching us skin and break up the bear but said if he ever saw us coming again he'd head the other way. His wife was not happy about how late he was staying out.

Thursday we hiked around but didn't find any bears. Dave was still manning the truck and drive around to pick us up where we'd hiked out. We took a couple hours break then went to try where we had shot the mondo bear. The dogs did get on one, but it managed to lose them, and we tried hiking out to another road but it was full of brush and gates. We had to scramble through a bunch of junk to get to a utility road that finally led to where Dave could pick us up with the truck. It was late enough at that point that I could see the sky was turning pink. When we got back to camp the northern lights were going off, and while we didn't get a bear that day, it did end with a cool show. Viktor had driven out to pick up Alex and possibly hunt the next day, but everyone was whipped including the dogs, and we decided to just sleep instead.

Friday we got up late, packed up, and headed out. I drove straight home and slept almost the entire next day.

The first bear I shot had a neat white patch, which Alex scolded me for almost putting a bullet through, and the second had a lovely coat. I was hoping for a bear that was slightly bigger for my second, but the coat was very nice and I wanted a rug for a friend, and if I had not shot that bear, we would have kept heading north and the dogs would not have happened upon Matt and Mike and we never would have gotten the huge boar. Maybe we'd have found a bigger one later, but I didn't want to risk the rest of the bears being too small or having cruddy coats or not finding one at all, so I took it. Fate and coincidence is weird and that week the world was a very small place. I made some new friends and memories and really hope to be able to do this again next year.

[briefbestiary]

In the Prohibition era, the critters' antics could be a near-fatal mix when illegally made alcohol was involved.

Supposedly the skin or fat of a sidehill winder can quickly cure will-am-alone's effects, however the actual flesh is fatal to consume.

[qsycomplainsalot]

There are a few critters in Western folklore who have asymmetrical legs designed to stand level facing sideways on mountain slopes, but you have to love how of the French, Scottish and American variants, they're respectively a mountain goat, a wild haggis, and then something called a fucking SIDEHILL GOUGER. I feel like if pilgrims were so terrified of the New World they should have just left to the Natives.

[reveseke]

broken promises

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Eli hawks moskowitz x male hybrid! reader [ Running start ]

Tropes - Angst

other - second person pov. this is a burst of energy blurb.

Desperation was something that Eli was caught off guard by. for once he longed for something actually familiar and watching your empty seat at the back of the class daily was not helping. he wanted to see you again, for you to talk to him. smile at him and looked at him like he was the only thing in your life. but he got none of it.

mind racing as he sat back in his own chair, a hand pulled to tug at his lower lip as the burning sensation on his wrist made itself known as he thought and thought.

the tattoo of a paw print he had gotten the first time he lay in that chair and thought about it as he had let Rico work on the Hawk tattoo on his back afterward.

he wanted to show it to you, but now it was for a useless memory.

the bang of guilt seeing how you had looked at him with such betrayal in your eyes, swaying on your feet lightly as you contemplated whether it was worth it of confrontation. at the same time how he had held the unaware Moon in his hands to tenderly.

the longing looks he had burned his neck with over the month were enough to tip himself to look around. to end up finding you staring him and Moon down from your corner. confronting you in the lockers went sidehill.

He wished to swallow it, but it merely blossomed as a few fellow Cobra Kai members stood by, he knew he couldn't catch a break and a quiet place to talk with you. he couldn't physically find words, his mouth opening and closing like a fish's, his body language spoke clearly to you as you watched his shoulders tremble, him looking you in the eyes and him shaking his head while glancing to the left.

he was thinking of what to say and never found the words for it. picking up the last of your things he watched you move to his side for a moment and look him in the eye while in a hushed tone wishing him well.

"Well, I hope you're satisfied with Moon, Eli. "

the sarcasm and disdain that dripped from your tongue left Hawk rather shocked. if anything he would have thought you had more to say. watching you leave from his side view, seeing how washed up you seemed just hurt him more.

he had promised. both of you had and now he has left you feeling betrayed, and himself guilt-ridden.

[seewetter]

Mythic Creatures by Culture & Region

Part 2: Settler (Colonial) & Diasporic Tales of Australia & the Americas

Overview here.

• Australian Settler Folktales Drop Bear; Easter Bilby; Oozlum Bird (oozlum bird also in Britain)

Canadian Settler Folktales

Cadborosaurus B.C.; Cressie; Igopogo Barrie; Manipogo; Memphre; Mussie; Red Lady; Thetis Lake Monster; Turtle Lake Monster

USAmerican Settler folktales including African diaspora

Agropelter, Maine & Ohio; Alfred Bulltop Stormalong Massachussets; Altamaha-ha in Georgia, U.S.A, see Muskogee; Anansi is Akan (which includes the Agona, Akuapem, Akwamu, Akyem, Anyi, Ashanti, Baoulé, Bono, Chakosi, Fante, Kwahu, Sefwi, Wassa, Ahanta, and Nzema) also found in African American lore; Red Ghost (Arizona camel with skeleton on its back); Augerino western USA, including Colorado; Axehandle hound Minnesota and Wisconsin; Ball-tailed cat; Beaman Monster; Bear Lake Monster; Beast of Bladenboro; Beast of Busco; Bell Witch; Belled buzzard American South; Bessie northeast Ohio and Michigan; Bigfoot; Black Dog; Blafard; Bloody Bones; Bloody Mary; Boo hag; Br'er Rabbit; Brown Mountain Lights; Cactus cat American Southwest; Calafia Amazon Queen (Caliph) that California is named after; Champ; Chessie; Dark Watchers; Demon Cat Washington D.C.; Dewey Lake Monster; Dover Demon; Dungavenhooter Maine, Michigan; Emperor Norton; Enfield Monster (NOT Enfield); Flathead Lake Monster; Flatwoods Monster; Flying Africans; Fouke Monster Arkansas; Fur-bearing trout; Gallinipper; Gillygaloo; Glawackus; Gloucester sea serpent; Golden Bear; Goofus Bird; Gumberoo; Hidebehind; Hillbilly Beast of Kentucky; Hodag; Honey Island Swamp Monster; Hoop Snake; Hudson River Monster; Hugag; Jackalope; Jersey Devil; Joint Snake; Jonathan Moulton; Lady Featherflight; Lagahoo; Lake Worth Monster; Lava bear Oregon, appear to have been real animals but not a unique species; Letiche (Cajun folktale, from descendants of the Acadian expulsion) Lizard Man of Scape Ore Swamp; Loveland Frog; Ludwig the Bloodsucker; Mãe-do-Ouro; Mami Wata also African; Maryland Goatman; Melon-heads; Michigan Dogman; Milton lizard; Mogollon Monster; Momo the Monster; Mothman; Nain Rouge Detroit, Michigan; New Jersey folktales; North Shore Monster; Onza; Ozark Howler; Pope Lick Monster; Proctor Valley Monster; Railroad Bill; Red Ghost; Red Lady; Reptilian; Resurrection Mary; Sharlie; Sidehill Gouger; Signifying monkey; Skunk Ape; Snallygaster; Snipe Hunt; Snow Snake; Splintercat; Squonk; Tahoe Tessie; Tailypo; Teakettler; The Witch of Saratoga; Tuttle Bottoms Monster; Two-Toed Tom; Walgren Lake Monster; Wampus Cat; White River Monster; Wild Man of the Navidad

Latin American Folklore

Aido Hwedo, Haiti & also in Benin; Alebrije (born from a dream, Mexican paper mache folk art); Baccoo could be based off Abiku of Yoruba lore; Bestial Beast bestial centaur; Boiuna; Boto and Boto_and_Dolphin_Spirits; Bruja; Bumba Meu Boi; Burrokeet; Cadejo; Camahueto; Capelobo; Carbuncle; Carranco; Chasca El Salvador; Chickcharney; Ciguapa Dominica; Cipitio; Damballa; Day of the Dead; Death; Douen; Duende; Duppy; El Sombrerón Guatemala; Folktales of Mexico; Headless Mule; Hombre Gato; Honduran Creatures; Huay Chivo; Ibo loa (also Igbo in West Africa); Jumbee; Kasogonagá (Toba in Argentina); La Bolefuego; La Diablesse; La Llorona; La mula herrada; La Sayona; Lang Bobi Suzi; Madre de aguas; Mama D'Leau; Minhocão; Mono Grande; Monster of Lake Fagua; Monster of Lake Tota; Muan; Muelona; Nahuelito; Obia also a word for a West African mythological creature (see article); Papa Bois; Patagon aka Patagonian Giant; Patasola; Phantome (Trinidad, Tobago, Guyana); Pishtaco; Princess Eréndira; Quimbanda; Romãozinho; Saci; Sayona ; Sihuanaba; Sisimoto; Soucouyant; Succarath; Tapire-iauara; Tata Duende; The Cu Bird; The Silbón; Tulevieja; Tunda; Zombie Bolivia; Abchanchu; Acalica; El Tío Colombia; Colombian Creatures; El Hombre Caimán; Tunda

Please note that some of these beings (those from Latin America or from diasporic African religions like Santeria, Vodun and Candomble) are sacred and be responsible about their use in art (writing etc.).

Notify me of any mistakes or to add disclaimers when something is considered sacred and off-limits.

[boneshakerbike]

US West

Oh boy, let me tell you about the legendary US West Trail. It’s like Mother Nature decided to test the mettle of us mere mortals – starts off pretending to be your friend with a brutal climb that’ll have your legs begging for mercy before you’ve even hit the halfway mark. And just when you think you’ve made peace with the uphill battle, it throws a curveball – a sidehill single track that’s more…

[thegratefulgolfer]

Hitting An Uphill Lie In Golf

Virtually every round of golf requires a shot from an uphill lie. Regardless of the course I play, uphill, downhill and sidehill lies are all part of my round. Because I know this, I have taken the time to practice all three lies in order to reduce the scores and eliminate my frustration from duff shots. There is a technique to successfully hit non-flat lies and today, we are going to discuss…

[papa-j]

To Carmack

Day 13 -

We drove back to WH to watch the start of the Yukon River Quest, a 715 km human powered race with Kayaks , canoes, pontoon boats and paddle boards and they must be human powered. This year they had ‘only’ 80 teams. Lots of people, mostly friends and support people to the competitors, this is truly an Amazing Race. 

Then we took in the Museum of Natural History of Beringia and the Museum of Human History and Tribal Culture are both very well presented.

After a quick visit to the Chevy Dealer we were on our way down river on Hwy 2 driving North on the Klondike Highway along Laberge Lake.  The Yukon River flows through this lake and meanders back and forth along this Alpine plateau.  

But the road took us up to a higher level with long flat stretches with up and down undulations all the way to the arctic ocean.

Carmack is where  all the competitors have to take a mandatory 10 hours rest. On the highway, it’s just a service stop with a few houses and 4 campgrounds for the Hwy traffic. At this point in the race all the competitors are spaced apart, arriving and leaving at different times.

However on the Yukon, the famous Five Finger Rapids is 10km down river from Carmack,  I will have to find some drone footage of the racers paddling through the rapids, I am sure that it is gnarly.

We drove on northward to Minto Landing and Pelly Crossing. Declines and inclines at every river crossing is the only change during 500km.  

At Stewart Crossing we decided to drive up Hwy 11 and look for a place to camp.  Found a nice place 5km up the road along the river.

The deforestation on the sidehills along the Klondike River all happened during the 20years of the gold rush for fuel for the paddle wheeler ships on the river.

[strid3rofthen0rth]

Been there. And wait till you learn about sidehill gougers and swamp swallogers

This Hodag statue stands outside the Chamber of Commerce in Rhinelander, Wisconsin. The Chamber of Commerce trademarked and copyrighted the statue when it was unveiled. It was sculpted by Tracy Goberville in the late 1990s and is a popular tourist attraction in the town. However, this certainly isn’t the only Hodag statue in Rhinelander; there are other smaller and unique statues scattered around in front of businesses.

[5bi5]

The list of alternate terms for sidehill gougers is delightful to me