Log Cabin Muse -- Fact or Fiction
Date: November 24, 1963
Place: Cecil. WI -- Uncle Augie's Farm
Subject: The Annual Deer Hunting or The Real Story
As we prepared to enter Uncle Augie's back 80 in our quest for white-tail deer, we were advised by Johnny Sanborn's dad to keep a look out for Uncle Augie's pet bear. The bear went by the name of Blackie, according to Mr. Sanborn. He, Blackie, was placed in Augie's care following Blackie's retirement from Ringing Brothers in 1961. We were told that everyday at about 9:00 AM Blackie would make his way from his den to Augie's house to have breakfast with Augie and Augie's wife.
Several hours after entering the woods, a shot was heard. Following the shot, a terrifying scream was heard. The scream was followed by the sound of breaking and crushing of branches. These panic stricken sounds were immediately followed by the appearance of the hunter in the red boots. The same boots described in the Log Cabin Muse. The hunter in question will remain nameless in this narrative for on that day I promised never to divulge his identity. His face was ashen, and he was obviously emotionally upset. He kept talking (actually screaming) about shooting an abominable snowman, or something similar; something big and casting a dark shadow.
After reassuring the red booted hunter that he was in no danger, his friends convinced him that it would be safe to return to the location where he allegedly encountered what may have been the abominable snowman.
It is difficult for this writer to continue for the sadness experienced upon finding not an abominable snowman but poor old Blackie is still fresh in my mind. Uncle Augie's tears are also still fresh in my mind.
I can't go on. The Real Story is too sad. We did carry old Blackie out of the swamp, and we hung his 50 pound carcass from a horizontal timber behind Mr. Sanborn's house. Old Blackie was hung next to the 160 pound 8 point buck I harvested on that infamous date in hunting history.
Note: This commentary was not recorded in the log cabin muse comment section for as I previously indicated I did promise never to reveal the identity of the red booted hunter, or the true or Real Story of what occurred on November 24, 1963.
Have a nice day red booted hunter!
Date: November 24, 1963
Place: Cecil. WI -- Uncle Augie's Farm
Subject: The Annual Deer Hunting or The Real Story
As we prepared to enter Uncle Augie's back 80 in our quest for white-tail deer, we were advised by Johnny Sanborn's dad to keep a look out for Uncle Augie's pet bear. The bear went by the name of Blackie, according to Mr. Sanborn. He, Blackie, was placed in Augie's care following Blackie's retirement from Ringing Brothers in 1961. We were told that everyday at about 9:00 AM Blackie would make his way from his den to Augie's house to have breakfast with Augie and Augie's wife.
Several hours after entering the woods, a shot was heard. Following the shot, a terrifying scream was heard. The scream was followed by the sound of breaking and crushing of branches. These panic stricken sounds were immediately followed by the appearance of the hunter in the red boots. The same boots described in the Log Cabin Muse. The hunter in question will remain nameless in this narrative for on that day I promised never to divulge his identity. His face was ashen, and he was obviously emotionally upset. He kept talking (actually screaming) about shooting an abominable snowman, or something similar; something big and casting a dark shadow.
After reassuring the red booted hunter that he was in no danger, his friends convinced him that it would be safe to return to the location where he allegedly encountered what may have been the abominable snowman.
It is difficult for this writer to continue for the sadness experienced upon finding not an abominable snowman but poor old Blackie is still fresh in my mind. Uncle Augie's tears are also still fresh in my mind.
I can't go on. The Real Story is too sad. We did carry old Blackie out of the swamp, and we hung his 50 pound carcass from a horizontal timber behind Mr. Sanborn's house. Old Blackie was hung next to the 160 pound 8 point buck I harvested on that infamous date in hunting history.
Note: This commentary was not recorded in the log cabin muse comment section for as I previously indicated I did promise never to reveal the identity of the red booted hunter, or the true or Real Story of what occurred on November 24, 1963.
Have a nice day red booted hunter!
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