“That’s not what I have in mind,” said Kyle. “What I’m thinking about is an actual monster hunt, a real expedition. Then we do our own documentary about our hunt for Ogopogo. That way we’ll not only get a fantastic article for the university paper, we’ll also make a documentary video that just might help pay down our student loans. Anyone interested?”
“Where would we get the money for an expedition? The equipment alone would probably cost thousands of dollars,” asked Brendon.
“We have plenty of options. For example, the university itself could help fund the project. And we could always look for money from private benefactors,” answered Kyle.
“Man, we will need a lot of funding,” said Ian. We’ll want professional divers, photographers, boats. We’d need to make a list of all the equipment and specialized personnel we’d need to pull this off,” said Ian excitedly.
“I think I’m hearing some interest here, guys,” said Kyle as a smile crossed his countenance.
“Let’s think about the university first,” said Keisha. Which department and which faculty would be interested in a project like this?”
“That’s a no brainer. Professor Phelge from the Biology Department,” answered Jasmine. He’s the faculty member the media contact every time there’s a reported sighting of Sasquatch or Ogopogo.”
“That’s right,” Ian said, nodding his head in agreement. “ Dr. Phelge is always telling his students how the subject of cryptozology interests him.”
“Yeah, but have you seen Professor Phelge lately. He’s in pretty rough shape, “said Brendon.
“He’s still pretty messed up about his wife’s death,” added Jasmine.
“A project like this might be just the thing to get the professor’s mind off his personal troubles,” said Kyle getting up to head for the men’s washroom.
On his way to the washroom Kyle spotted Dr. Phelge sitting at the bar drinking a Jack Daniels and Coke. As soon as Kyle had finished with the washroom he found a vacant bar stool next to Professor Phelge. The professor seemed preoccupied. He looked like a man deeply engrossed in some heavy contemplation.
“Hello, sir. I’m Kyle Jackson. I’m taking one of your biology classes this term.”
Dr. Phelge slowly turned around in his seat and broke out of his reverie.