Recently I have been reading an old autobiography of one of my heros. Tenzing Norgay Sherpa, it was written in '55 just two years after the first summiting of everest. Anyways he spends a fair bit of time talking about his life in Solo Khumbu (eastern nepal). For some of the time he talks about yetis and his opinions on them as well as the local folklore one of them promenantly feautred everybodies favorite knife. It goes somthing like this.
In Sherpa village in Solo Khumbu was constantly bothered by yetis, everytime the villagers where away dozens of yetis would come into the village and destroy everything, they would tear up the crops and smash the buildings. Afterward they would try to put it all back together but being yetis did not know how so they would plant the crops upside down and put the buildings back together in the wrong way. The people of the village went out hunting for the yetis again and again but could never find them. Finaly one clever villager found a place where the yetis frequently gathered and hauled out there many bowls of chang (a hot alcoholic drink made from fermented grain) and a great many very sharp khukris. That night the yetis came back to this spot, drank all the chang, and began to fight. The next morning almost all the yetis were dead and the rest fled never to bother the village again.
I purpose adding a note to the safty thread about not lending your khuks to drunk yetis.
In Sherpa village in Solo Khumbu was constantly bothered by yetis, everytime the villagers where away dozens of yetis would come into the village and destroy everything, they would tear up the crops and smash the buildings. Afterward they would try to put it all back together but being yetis did not know how so they would plant the crops upside down and put the buildings back together in the wrong way. The people of the village went out hunting for the yetis again and again but could never find them. Finaly one clever villager found a place where the yetis frequently gathered and hauled out there many bowls of chang (a hot alcoholic drink made from fermented grain) and a great many very sharp khukris. That night the yetis came back to this spot, drank all the chang, and began to fight. The next morning almost all the yetis were dead and the rest fled never to bother the village again.
I purpose adding a note to the safty thread about not lending your khuks to drunk yetis.