In the late 1960s, two friends that had been
hired by Joe Manuck to clean some of the
bigger rocks off a logging road (done to
prevent the cat skinner's kidneys from taking
a terrible pounding) reported to me that they
had been followed by something big and black
that stayed well hidden just out of sight but
not earshot. (Note: This particular logging
road is roughly two miles from Frenchman's Bay
and three miles from what used to be Oscar
Greenland's homestead.)
Equipped
with large steel bars to pry the rocks loose,
they would then roll the boulders to the edge
of the road and into the bush. While taking
breaks from their job, they would constantly
hear something breaking branches not too far
in the bush. When they moved, it moved. The
more intent they became in listening (probably
because they were scared by now) the more they
could hear footfalls. Once purposely peeking
into the bush, one of them caught a glimpse of
what he thought was an awfully tall black
bear. Although nothing else eventful happened,
they did mention that whatever was out there
in the bush making noise followed them up to
the top of the mountain and halfway back down
again before becoming disinterested with their
rock rolling.
© Ken
Kristian
West
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