My werewolf hunt has taken a brief hiatus to let me report on something unusual today.
I was walking down Main Street the other day and ran into Betty Wisenhunt. Her brother went on a camping trip three weeks ago and has yet to return. All calls to the park rangers and police have been shrugged off since Fred, the brother in question, has done this almost a dozen times before. Each time he’s returned with a story stranger than the prior one.
Betty, however, thinks this time is different because he didn’t leave a note with his planned route or a list of his potential camp sites. Rangers did say they checked the areas Fred usually gravitates toward, but found no indication anyone had been there in the last couple weeks.
I took it upon myself to check things out, from very far away with a pair of binoculars. I didn’t see anything either, then again I have no idea what to look for and I have no desire to go and hang out with bugs, animals, poison ivy, and a host of nightmare images taken in the wild, provided to me by loyal readers during the last year.
Moving on, I questioned a few hiking regulars and was not able to find a single eyewitness. I would like to make a side note here that there are an unusual amount of hikers in Logansville.
This took me to Craig’s Camping Goods where I discovered seventeen different local groups dedicated to hiking in various places, most of them centered around Bitter Animals Wildlife Refuge. And eleven groups from out of town that schedule bi-monthly visits. It would seem we have a lot of animal rights enthusiasts, or so they claim. I have my theories and will be heading to the pet store later to find out just how much food gets sold in a week and exactly what kind. Now that I think about it, a trip to the butcher would probably be a good idea too.
In the meantime, if anyone sees Fred, let Betty know.
What kind of pets do you have, people?