Local superstitions and fire pit legends…
My “neihbor” down the road called me one afternoon out of the blue. “Chuck” is an old Vietnam Navy man. Sort of a no nonsense personality, direct and straightforward. Mrs Chuck is a horse person who rides all over the country. Our land connects and she rides on my property sometimes. She keeps an eye on the place. Anyway, he calls one day.
Chuck: “Can you see pictures on your phone”?
Me: “Sure, what’s up?
Chuck: “ I’m going to send you some pictures”
Me: “Sure, send em”.
These pics were taken <50 yds from the Meade Hall Porch. The story that came with the pics goes something like this:
Mrs Chuck was out riding one morning. Decided to take the shortcut home and used a short right of way that connects the two properties. A few yards into the ride her horse starts acting up, gets fidgety, starts balking then refuses to go any further.
Mrs Chuck dismounts, tethers the horse and starts looking for what she thinks will be a dead animal of some sort. She gets up toward what I call a “weep”. It’s really not a spring, but it stays wet for no good reason, other than it can. Winding up out of the hollow on her left is a game trail. Just across from the trail she finds the print in the mud.
Deciding the long way home wasn’t such a bad choice after all, she beats feet on a now willing horse to find Chuck.
Thinking his Mrs had run on to a large bear track, he agrees to investigate and grabs his tape measure. Arriving at the weep he snaps these pics and calls me.
Chuck: “what’d ya reckon made that print”
Me: “Nothing I’ve ever seen. Looks like the d@mn things got five toes! Don’t see any claw marks either”.
Chuck: “I stood next to it on one foot and barely made a dent in the mud” (see pic) (Chuck’s weighs in at about 200lbs)
Me: “What’s your Mrs think”?
Chuck “ She thinks she’s done riden’ for the day”.
I’m not making any claims as to the identity of the owner of that print. You can draw your own conclusions. But I will say, I’ve thought a great deal about it at 0530 walking through the persimmon grove in route to my stand. I also like to talk about it around the fire pit after the sun goes down. New hunters get a little less talkative after hearing the story and looking at the pictures. One or two have even decided that they prefer afternoon hunts over predawn treks through the woods.
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