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Those who might be inclined to follow the oft-times observed rule..removing your muddy/sandy/wet footwear upon entering a residence in many parts of Alaska..........beware ..... there is a thief in these parts.......he has been observed mumbling incoherent rhymes to nonsense rhythms..... he is fond of wet and smelly footwear ....which often end up missing when he comes round...






His name is Shupac Takur

Go check the chimney. Something is not right. You dizzy?

Restating the obvious is not much of a response.

Well, pardon me for being concerned.

You on look out for the bugger?

I had my teenage sons 'looking' over night...thought I done good considering the bait I was trolling with. (Yeah, I sympathize for them too! )

Have to admit that this topic has me completely baffled as to what you are talking about. Scratching my head???

I always spelled his name differenter.

Appreciate the correction.

Okay, well, it's all a pretty lame attempt at humor, and probably doesn't belong here or anywhere else on the 'Fire. Nevertheless, I saw a young fellow the other evening wearing a shirt idolizing a popular rap 'artist' of very similar nomenclature. I thought, "What does that have to do with Alaska?" Then I realized that the guy on the shirt was probably just a thief who couldn't spell. I would bet I'm not wrong.

He ( and it usually is a he) usualy shows up at our cabin during winter get togethers.

'twas funny!

Sometimes I swear 'he' must be only left-footed (or is it only right?)

Or maybe that's a whole nuther deal?

Maybe if you sat over the bait pile you could catch them

Thanks for straightening things before you took pics in our house. Normally I would be embarrassed but it's very neat for a change.

Reminds me of a similar villain, the Birkenstalker.....

I put hello kitty tape on mine and that seems to help. A lot.

And a new fad is born.........

Thought so too, and I'm just a DSMF wannabee...

LOL Klik, the rapper you named the shoe thief afters real name is TooDead Forsure!

Thievin' bastid............

About four years ago I put a pair of hiking boots on the front porch to sun and air out on one of our rare sunny days and noticed them gone a couple hours later.

Having no dogs around or anyone that would actually come up the driveway to take them, I started looking around and found them several yards off to to the side of the house. Apparently one of the resident foxes decided to carry them off for whatever reason.

It can happen on other continents as well. When I hunted Botswana's Okavango Delta a dozen years ago, a guy who'd been there before suggested I buy two pairs of cheap canvas high-top basketball shoes, for wading around in the swamps. One pair could be drying overnight while I wore the other, and the high-tops prevent the shoes coming off in muck.

So I bought two pairs of black Converse Chuck Taylors, which I discovered were so cheap because even then they were being made in China. After the first day of chasing Cape buffalo around the swamps I put the wet pair in front of my tent, where the sun would dry them. When I came back for lunch they were gone, but the one person in camp didn't know anything about it.

That evening, however, there they were--not only dry but cleaned and ironed, including the laces. It seems the women who did the daily laundry (a traditional safari service) thought my swamp shoes needed help--and since the camp was way out in the bush used their old-fashioned hollow irons, heated by campfire coals, to do the job.