Smells Like Yukon Flog

Two of Yukon’s premier brands–What’s Up Yukon and Larger than Life–have recently teamed up to create a Larger than Life Story contest. They’re asking readers to submit stories about–you guessed it–”larger than life” Yukon experiences. The best entries may then be published in What’s Up Yukon or the even more prestigious travelyukon.com website.

Nothing motivates us more than the desire to scoop What’s Up Yukon on a Yukon entertainment story, especially one that’s “larger than life.” So, the Smells Like Yukon Flog is now pleased to break the news of what has to be, hands-down, the summer’s biggest and most excited “larger than life” story.

For the past week, dozens of mountain bikers (and probably some dog walkers and hikers as well) have been treated to the sight of a man, buck naked from the waist down, enthusiastically “relieving” himself on the trails between Riverdale and Grey Mountain, though not in the urinary sense, if you catch our drift.

Now, before you run out and hop on your bike, we have to warn you: this jerk was apparently arrested yesterday, midway through an encore performance for a group of women on a mountain bike skills course.

No doubt, officials in our Department of Tourism would love to spin this incident as the act of a European so turned on by Yukon’s “wilderness” that he simply had to take, um, matters into his own hands. However, it seems to us that even a German can tell the difference between wilderness and a 4X4 trail about one kilometer from Riverdale houses, so it doesn’t seem like that one’s going to fly.

There was also some speculation from one early eyewitness that the object of the handyman’s affections was the red SUV parked closeby in the bush, though this person could not say whether the truck was shaped nicely or sporting a large rack. In any case, this theory (and the related suspicion that the man must be a Yukoner) has since been discredited.

Sadly, it seems our friendly visitor was just your average run-of-the-mill pervert from out of town–possibly some backwater southern State where this kind of thing is frequent in the woods, if not the front lawn of the State Capitol.

Now, we didn’t actually witness these events, so we can hardly claim ownership of this story or the prizes it would surely win if properly recounted from a reliable first-person perspective. But we can put the details out there–and wait hopefully for someone to grab the torch.

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