This weekend has been shot to hell!

Can't go into it, suffice to say, I need to runaway!

Old scam returns to the Valley as a 68-year old dude
from Hanford got a letter telling him he was
the winner of a Canadian sweepstakes.
The letter tells the winner to send a personal
check to cover the $950 owed in taxes on the
winnings.

I can't believe it, the scam part is that you are
taxed on winnings!

More than 12-hundred students moving into the dorms at
Fresno State.

For many students, this is their first time away from
their home. And the emotions are mixed as students
leave their parents nest empty and settle in a new
home.

Easy prey to get them to pose for calenders, wet t-shirts,
radio station websites...

Students can check into their dorms, any time, day or
night.

A tenant's southeast Fresno retirement community is
getting cleaned up. Her landlords say ther shrine to
the Virgin of Guadalupe is in the way. But its owner
disagrees.

The Virgin of Guadalupe shrine means everything to
Maria Pena. It is where she prays, worships and talks
to her.

Who doesn't?

Pena is furious right now. the management at Las
Casitas Retirement Village wants her to move the
shrine.

About 10 days ago, residents got a letter asking them
to remove everything from their front porch. It's so
crews can start working in the area.

For now, she's leaving it in God's hands, hoping
landscapers will respect her shrine.

I hope if there is a lightning strike, that it brings some rain!

I love monster stories!

I got this e-mail:

Subject: The Watts Valley Wolf Ape
To: lentz2001(at)yahoo.com
Dear Jerry,

I listened to those stories about the Bass Lake
monster and tried to call in about me and about my
uncle's sighting of a very scary creature called the
Watts Valley Wolf Ape.

I few years back my uncle got me hooked on collecting
Garnets and selling them on eBay. We do pretty well
and now I quite my job to hunt full time for, the
green grossularite garnets are found on the south side
of Watts Valley in Fresno County.

I walk alot and listen to you guys on my headphones as
I hunt.

The Native Americans around here know about the Watts
Valley Wolf Ape and if they know you well will tell
you about it, but until we saw it, I'd never even
heard about it.

My uncle one morning had a bad case of the shits from bad
syrup on his waffles. He was in a bush hurting bad and
we were going to head back to the truck when out of
the other side of this thick brush jumped the biggest
what I thought was a dog, but wasn't. I can only
describe it as a mangy gray hairy dog that must have
been 6 ft long with a face like a baboon. Evil
looking!

You know how a wolf or dog's eye slant down, well this
things eyes were flat on it's skull like a man's eyes.

It didn't really growl at us but it moaned really deep.
Then it opened it's snout and jaws really wide and
made a strange sound that sounded like a loud cough.

Since it was between us and the truck, my uncle pulled
up his pants slowly and we started running the other
direction.

I threw down a bag of food I was saving for lunch
hoping that would stop it from attacking us which it
looked very capable of doing.

It stalked us all over the hills. We climbed over
fences unto private property and it hopped those
easily. Cows ran in fear as we did. This thing was
unlike anything I've ever seen, it was big and scary,
but also looked very ill, sick and possibly deformed.

Just when we were too tired to go on we found
ourselves climbing into the Watts Valley Cemetery, we
hide behind some tombstones as it slowly zigzaged
around following our scent.

My uncle pulled some Big Red chewing gum and scattered
it around hoping the hot cinnemin smell would distract
it from killing us.

It seemed to work.

Then an old man drove up in a truck carrying lawn
mowers he too saw it as we climbed in. We all watched
it a bit then it took off. He drove us back to out
truck and I've never been in that spot again.

I'd like to hear if any of the hunters, or Indians
that listen to your show have heard of, or seen the
Watts Valley Wolf Ape.

You guys rock, Marty