Gerd’s recent threads out how he caught a snorlax makes me wonder – tell us the story of your favorite hunt(s).
One of mine is probably my first snorlax. My wife and daughter were out of town, and my sons and I were driving back some random errand around 10 pm on a Friday night when I saw that round black shadow in my nearby box. I knew what it was, and my boys and I u-turned and scoured the area around long point and Campbell. We found the booger in a church / funeral home parking lot. My oldest son threw a berry and used whatever ball we had. When that third shake of the ball came and went, a cheer could be heard well outside my truck. Then, remembering where we were, we quickly schiddaddled and celebrated somewhere else.