BLACKPOWDER
SHOTGUN HUNT
IT'S
THE BEGINNING OF SEPTEMBER 1965 WHEN MY BROTHERS
TEDDY, BILLY AND I VENTURE INTO THE BARKLEY
MOUNTAINS OF NORTH WESTERN PENNSYLVANIA. WE HAVE A
CABIN ABOUT 20 MILES BACK IN THE MOUNTAINS IN WHAT
IS CALLED THE VALLEY OF LAQUIN, A VERY OLD MINING
TOWN THAT HAD BEEN WIPED OUT BY DIPHTHERIA BACK
AROUND THE TURN OF THE CENTURY. WE TURN OFF IN THE
TOWN OF MEHOOPANY AND FOLLOW THE MEHOOPANY CREEK
ROAD, WHICH WE REFER TO AS THE BAHA RUN BECAUSE OF
IT'S BAD CONDITIONS.
OUR
OBJECTIVE IS TO SPEND ABOUT 10 DAYS FISHING AND
SMALL GAME HUNTING. WE STOP AT SEVERAL GOOD
FISHING SPOTS ALONG THE ROAD TO THE VALLEY AND
HAVE PRETTY GOOD LUCK CATCHING FISH. THIS IS A
GOOD THING, BECAUSE WE ALWAYS SEEM TO RUN OUT OF
FOOD, ESPECIALLY IF THE HUNTING IS POOR.
FINALLY
WE ARRIVE IN THE VALLEY WITH PLENTY OF DAYLIGHT
LEFT TO CLEAN UP THE CABIN AND MOVE IN. THE VALLEY
OF LAQUIN IS ABOUT 3 MILES LONG AND A MILE WIDE
WITH THE MEHOOPANY STREAM RUNNING ALONG THE FOOT
OF THE MOUNTAIN ON THE FAR LEFT HAND SIDE. THE
VALLEY IS SURROUNDED BY MOUNTAINS THAT AVERAGE
BETWEEN TWO AND THREE THOUSAND FEET HIGH. THERE
ARE SEVERAL CABINS THROUGHOUT THE VALLEY. HOWEVER
THE ONLY TIME WE EVER SEE ANYONE ELSE IN THE
OPENING DAY OF DEER SEASON WHICH IS BETTER THAN A
MONTH AWAY. NOW THERE IS ONE CABIN DIRECTLY ACROSS
THE VALLEY FROM US WERE LIVES A LITTLE OLD
PROSPECTOR CALLED FRED. BEING ABLE TO SEE US
ARRIVING FRED WILL SURLY BE COMING UP TO GREET US
AND SEE IF WE HAVE ANY LIQUOR FOR HIM. WHICH WE
ALWAYS DO. TO THE RIGHT OF OUR CABIN IS A VERY
LARGE OLD VICTORIAN THREE STORY MANSION. ONE YEAR
FRED WHO IS SOMEWHAT OF A CARE TAKER GAVE US A
TOUR. WE WERE AMAZED TO FIND THE PLACE CHUCK FULL
OF ANTIQUES. IT HAD ABOUT FIFTEEN OR SO ROOMS JUST
FULL ON STUFF. FOUR BEAD ROOMS WITH GREAT BIG OLD
POSTER BEDS WITH FEATHER THICK MATTRESSES AND
COVERS. ONE ROOM HAD A HUGHES BAR IN IT JUST FULL
OF EMPTY BOTTLES.
WE
DECIDED TO COOK ON THE OUTSIDE FIRE PLACE UNTIL WE
TRAP OUT THE RESIDENT MOUSSE AND WHAT EVER ELSE
MAY HAVE MOVED IN. TED HAD STARTED A LARGE POT OF
VENISON AND BEANS. WE ARE SITTING AROUND THE FIRE
JUST ABOUT DARK WHEN UP THE ROAD COMES FRED. HE'S
DRESSED IN A WEST POINT MILITARY OUTFIT WITH HIS
SHOT GUN OVER HIS SHOULDER. BILLY REMARKED THAT HE
NOW QUALIFIES AS A COLORFUL CHARACTER. WE ALL
GREETED FRED AND SAT BACK AROUND THE FIRE AFTER
OFFERING HIM A PLATE OF BEANS AND A GLASS OF RED
EYE. WE NO SOONER GOT SEATED WHEN WE HEARD A VERY
LOUD SCREAM COMING FROM UP THE MOUNTAIN DIRECTLY
BEHIND THE CABIN. OK FRED WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT.
FRED SAID THAT HE HAD BEEN HEARING THAT ON AND OFF
NOW FOR OVER A MONTH. WELL WHAT IS IT FRED. FRED
SAID THAT SOMEONE MUST HAVE GOTTEN LOST AND TURNED
WILD AND CRAZY. HE ALSO SAID THAT ONE NIGHT HE
HEARD IT RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE VALLEY. HE
FIRED A SHOT UP IN THE AIR AND THEN DIDN’T HEAR
IT FOR NEAR A WEEK. IT WAS NOW ABOUT FIFTEEN
MINUETS SINCE WE FIRST HEARD IT AND IT SOUNDED
AGAIN A LITTLE LEFT OF THE CABIN AND ABOUT HALF
WAY UP THE MOUNTAIN. NOW THAT'S WERE I PLANNED TO
HUNT TOMORROW.
AFTER
ANOTHER HOUR AND NO MORE SCREAMS WE DECIDED TO
TURN IN. BILLY SUGGESTED THAT HE WALK FRED BACK TO
HIS CABIN. TED SUGGESTED THAT HE CARRY HIS
SHOTGUN. THIS VALLEY HAD NO LIGHTS AND WAS A DARK
DARK PLACE AT NIGHT. WE TURNED IN AND OF COURSE
KEPT OUR LOADED SHOTGUNS AND PISTOLS WITHIN REACH.
WE ALSO AGREED TO KEEP A CANDLE BURNING. JUST
INCASE.
MORNING
CAME AND WE SETTLED INTO A BISQUES AND GRAVY
TOPPED OFF WITH SOME REAL BLACK COFFEE BECAUSE
SOMEONE FORGOT THE SUGAR. WE CLEANED UP AND HEADED
OUT. TEDDY AND BILL WERE SHUCKING ME ABOUT HUNTING
THE MOUNTAIN BEHIND THE CABIN. I TRIED TO TALK
THEM INTO COMING WITH ME BUT THEY WOULDN’T HAVE
ANY PART OF IT. SO OFF I GO. THIS IS WELL BEFORE
WE EVER HEARD OF A SASQUATCH.
THE
NICE THING ABOUT THESE MOUNTAINS WAS THAT EVERY
HUNDRED YARDS OR SO THERE WAS A WIDE SHELF ABOUT
THIRTY OR SO YARDS WIDE THAT RAN ALONG THE
MOUNTAIN AND MADE FOR EASY WALKING. A GOOD PART OF
IT WAS STONE LEDGES. BEING AN OLD FOREST. EVERY SO
OFTEN YOU WOULD HEAR A LARGE LIMB BREAK AND FALL
TO THE GROUND. THAT WAS COMMON AND I HAD HEARD IT
BEFORE SO I DIDN’T SPOOK-MUCH. WHEN I REACHED
THE PART OF THE MOUNTAIN WERE I THOUGHT I HEARD
THE SCREAM I WALKED SLOW AND CHECKED FOR PRINTS.
PLENTY OF DEER AND A FEW BEAR TRACKS BUT NOTHING
OUT OF THE ORDINARY. AS I APPROACHED THE TOP OF
THE MOUNTAIN I ENCOUNTERED SOME VERY TALL SEDAN
GRASS THAT WAS OVER MY HEAD. THIS IS A VERY THICK
CANE LIKE GRASS THAT GREW IN LARGE CLUMPS. I FOUND
A NUMBER OF GAME TRAILS THROUGH WHICH MADE IT EASY
TO NAVIGATE. I SPOOFED ABOUT TWENTY YARDS ALONG
THIS ONE TRAIL WHEN I ENCOUNTERED A DOE DEER
SLOWLY RUNNING STRAIGHT AT ME. SHE HAD HER HEAD
PARTLY TURNED LOOKING BACK AND DIDN’T SEE ME
UNTIL SHE WAS ALMOST ON TOP OF ME. I YELLED AND
THROUGH MY HANDS UP IN THE AIR. STARTLED SHE
JUMPED INTO THE HEAVY GRASS AND DISAPPEARED. I
STOOD FOR A SHORT WHILE WAITING TO SEE WHAT WAS
CHASING HER. NOTHING APPEARED SO I CONTINUED
MAKING MY WAY UP A SHORT RISE TO THE TOP. I BROKE
OUT OF THE TALL GRASS AND FOUND BEFORE ME A LARGE
STAND OF SOME VERY OLD OAK TREES STILL HAVING MOST
OF THERE LEAVES AND MAKING IT SOMEWHAT DARK. HUM A
BLACK FOREST. I FOUND IT INTERESTING SO I WALKED
TOWARDS IT AND ON IT'S EDGE ENCOUNTERED A VERY OLD
AND RUSTED ROUGH IRON FENCE. AFTER EXAMINING IT I
FOUND IT TO BE ABOUT THREE FEET HIGH AND PARTLY
COVERED WITH DIRT AND MOSTLY COVERED WITH SOME
SORT OF VINE. I FOUND A SPOT AND STEPPED OVER IT
AND STOOD FOR A MOMENT. BEFORE ME WAS ABOUT TEN
VISIBLE TOMB STONES. SOME LAYING DOWN OTHERS
PARTLY STANDING. WHAT FROZE ME WAS THE FACT THAT
THE WRITING WAS ERODED AWAY AND THROUGHOUT THE
AREA WAS FULL OF CAVES OF VARIOUS SIZES. I
IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT THAT SOME WERE LARGE ENOUGH
FOR A BEAR TO HIBERNATE. WHAT MADE IT WORSE WAS
THE STEAM COMING OUT OF SEVERAL OF THEM. AS I
STOOD THERE MY MIND WENT DIRECTLY TO LAST NIGHTS
SCREAMS. WHAT IF NA NA NA DON’T GO THERE.
I
STARTED TO MOVE TOWARDS THE FAR END WHEN I NOTICED
THE GATE TO THIS CEMETERY. IT HAD BEEN CONSUMED
OVER THE YEARS INTO A VERY LARGE OAK TREE AND WAS
NOW HIGH ENOUGH UP STICKING OUT OF THE TREE THAT I
JUMPED UP AND WAS BARELY ABLE TO TOUCH IT. I
WALKED OUT A WAYS AND STOOD LOOKING BACK AND
THOUGHT - IF ALFRED HITCHCOCK COULD ONLY SEE THIS.
I
TURNED AND LOOKED OUT OVER A LARGE GRASS FIELD. I
STILL HAD THREE VERY LARGE OAK TREES IN FRONT OF
ME SO I WALKED TO THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THEM WHEN
ALL OF A SUDDEN A VERY LARGE SHADOW CAME OVER ME.
I WAS NOW SO SHOOK, I FIRED MY DOUBLE BARREL BLACK
POWDER SHOTGUN INTO THE DIRT IN FRONT. OF ME. I
QUICKLY RAISED THE GUN TO FIND TWO VERY LARGE
TURKEYS IN FLIGHT. I LET LOOSE WITH THE NEXT SHOT
WHEN I REALIZED THAT THEY WERE OUT OF RANGE. MY
HEART WAS POUNDING SO I BACKED UP AND SAT UNDER
ONE OF THE OAKS FOR ABOUT A HALF HOUR AND ASSESSED
MY SANITY.
AFTER
THAT I RE-LOADED MY GUN AND STARTED BACK TOWARDS
THE CABIN. AFTER A SHORT DISTANCE I DISCOVERED A
VERY LARGE PILE OF HORSE AND MULE SHOES ALL IN A
PILE RUSTING AWAY. IN THE SAME AREA I DISCOVERED
A PILE OF ODD SHAPED GLASS BOTTLES. SOMEONE HAD
DISCOVERED THEM BEFORE ME AND USED THEM FOR
TARGET PRACTICE. BUT THERE WAS A BUNCH THAT WAS
STILL GOOD. NOW A DAY'S THEY ARE WORTH A LOT OF
MONEY. I NOW VENTURED BACK DOWN THE MOUNTAIN
WITH MY HEAD JUST FULL OF ADVENTURE.
Ken
"Howdy" Davis
NAF
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