| The Heston Logging Company vs Bigfoot In the fall of 2018 in the western part of Canada the Heston Logging Company moved into a new area which was rich with untouched forest. They had to cut their own road into the area and the nearest town was over forty miles after you hit the blacktop which took a bit of drive to reach in itself. As such the crews were required to make a campsite and stay there during the week and then they were allowed to go home for the weekends. It paid well for the inconveniences it caused. Weekends there was a guy who came in and he stayed to watch the the machinery and to keep an eye on the camp that was left by th e crews. It mostly involved just running off the random critter as no food was left to attract bears and other such opportunists. His name was Earl Campion. This is my story. I was suppose to arrive by four-thirty Friday afternoon. I would be shown where to pitch my tent, what parts of the place to watch over and where I could use the bathroom and not break the rules. Monday morning start of work, I was free to leave. It paid better than a part-time job flipping burgers or the like. I brought plenty of food, which I kept in my vehicle inside a cooler. I also had plenty to drink, including some beers though it was suggested I didn’t drink because if they showed up Monday and the place was a wreck because I slept through a visit from a hungry bear, I wasn’t getting paid. On that note I was allowed to have a weapon but I am not a fan of firearms, even after the experience I am going to tell. Perhaps had I had a rifle, things might have ended in such a manner I would not have been here to tell you now. Who can know the answer to such questions? The first day after everyone finally had left I was a bit intimidated, to be honest. It sounds good on paper, going out and having nobody there to look over your shoulder, the only responsibility is to stay sober and keep the critters from getting into the tents. They had four places which they kept a fire going at night. They all stood between the tents and the forest. I found that a little strange because it was like they were trying to scare away something that they didn’t expect any trouble to come from the area which had been cleared for the tents and the machinery and the trucks to come and go. If there was something they were trying to scare away, it was definitely coming from the forest. Why they didn’t fear it coming across the considerable distance of cleared ground, told me it was not likely to be bears. I’ve lived in Canada all my life, and I know bears. They have no problem wandering across an open stretch of land if they want to get to the other side. Maybe if this place was busy with trucks and people, but under current conditions or at night, bears wouldn’t have a problem with open fields. They had lights set up which I would have to get going soon. I had about two hours left of daylight before the darkness took over. The generator lit the place up when it came on and I was much more relaxed to see how much area they had lit up. Nearly everything that had been cleared had a light shining on the majority of it. There were pockets of shade which I won’t lie, left me feeling spooked. In fact I made a point not to walk near those areas since they were not central to the compound. The machinery is lined up neatly in two rows, plus that first weekend there were two tractor-trailers still parked there. Everything was under the lights so it offered some bit of security. It was like the lights were the boundaries. So that first night it was only a couple of hours after dark that the craziness began. First was the noise. The forest just beyond the reach of the lights came alive with the sound of things marching through the underbrush in a very uncaring and unstealthy-manner. I could hear the sound of branches breaking, possibly complete trees. The noise in the face of the quiet which had come before was deafening not too mention bone-chilling. Something big was obviously out there and for all appearances, was trying very hard to intimidate me. And succeeding. I stoked up the line of fire pits which were between the tents and the forest. A short while later it became apparent why the fires were created and why their location was strategic designed. I was standing around my tent, which I chose to place on the far side of group of tents that the loggers used, which meant I was about as far from the forest edge as possible. I heard the first one hit before I realized what was happening. There was a loud thunk which caught my attention. I looked in time to see a tree of about ten feet falling to hit the ground. It had been either dug or more likely pulled out of the ground based on the roots still attached to it. The thing had been thrown like a spear, through the air from a distance obviously beyond the forest line. It hit in the midst of the tents which had been pitched. Roars and screams unlike anything I had ever heard before, accompanied the spears made up of pines which had been yanked from the ground and then what dirt remained on the roots added enough weight to the weapons to make them dangerous and quite possibly lethal. Honestly if I could have dialed nine-one-one to get help: I would have done it. Since cell phones didn’t work where we were at , my only contact to the outside world was an option which I had made up my mind to never use. Reason being it was made clear to me that if I had to use that option, that it was likely the end of the job. In short, it was made clear that I was hired to handle whatever was thrown at me, without bothering anybody. If they had to bring in reinforcements, then the purpose for my job fell to the side of inefficiency. Aside from that, I’m a very stubborn human being. I believe in a life after this one, so I am not terrified of leaving this world, though I certainly have a healthy appreciation for survival. The tree spears were something I had to address because when they hit the tents it was a disaster. I ran toward the edge of the lights while staying back a healthy distance. Then I yelled at the forest. I told them to stop. That I was not afraid of them and that I could have brought weapons but that I chose not to take such approach. I said to them that their war was with the creatures which came during the daylight hours on the days when they were here in large numbers. A single guy like myself was not their enemy. And that neither were the things which were here when the groups of humans had gone. I told them it was like attacking the stream or the rock formations. These things had no concern one way or the other about what was happening and that if they chose to tear up what was here, it would result in the stuff being replaced. While the old stuff they left in pieces would remain and litter their forest. The more they destroyed, the more crap was going to be left in their home. Then I told them the entire forest wasn’t going to be cut. Just some of it which would help prevent fires (something that just a few years later would prove it was useless as the fires became so big and violent they easily jumped across the checker approach which had been so successful previously). I had no way of knowing if they were understanding what I was saying but the attacks on the tents greatly fell off. There was still the odd thunk through the night which told me not all of what was out there in the darkness, was on board with the theory that what they destroyed only added to their problem. The breaking of limbs and trees plus the roars and screams never fell away the whole night. By the time Saturday morning arrived I was exhausted. I hadn’t slept and was mentally dull from having been on alert from the adrenaline all night long. I’m not a complete fool. I took advantage of the light and caught some sleep. I just threw a couple of blankets over the outside of my tent to downgrade the light reaching me, and was able to sleep for four hours. I woke up and fixed myself an afternoon brunch which included bacon and eggs. Both can be kept fresh enough in a cooler to last a couple of days. Especially eggs are good for being a food high in protein and not quick to spoil when the ice has all melted. After a grand meal I felt re-charged. I truly didn’t know what was out there beyond the forest line but whatever it was; it seemed unwilling to break the cover of the trees. I figured out why the tents were where they were at; and why the fires were placed where they were located. My best guess was that the trees which were thrown, were not quite big enough to completely crash the tents they hit. If slightly bigger trees were thrown, they would have completely trashed whatever they hit. I figured the smaller size trees were used because anything bigger was too heavy to reach the tents. I wondered how many nights it took them to figure that out? The screams and roars I heard in the darkness were a real curiosity because they didn’t resemble anything I knew about. Sure there are cats and even foxes that have screams which many times are mistaken for being a human female screaming but that was not the case where I was concerned. I never once thought there was a woman out there in the forest screaming. What I heard was much more wild, and not really leaning toward the sound of something in harm’s way. It was a much wilder, more gutteral scream. It was the kind of scream that you might let go if in a place where you knew you were the king, and that you had no cause to hide the fact you were there. The kind of scream which might announce you were in the house, your house, and that you were ready to hand out punishments to all those who dared to break your rules. I screamed back. That first night I challenged every bit of their intimidation. Mostly because I am just a stubborn SOB, if you will forgive the reference. I will add however that I’m only stubborn until I see what I am up against. Once I am shown a wall I cannot climb, a river current I cannot champion, or a sea I cannot swim, I will acknowledge defeat and choose to find another way as opposed to those whom will charge blindly into the unbeatable odds. As strong as your resolve may be, statistics exist because they do not lie. If you have a one in ninety-nine chance of success, that is how it will turn out. What is most important about statistics however is how they are applied. Was it one in ninety-nine of the average bear? Or was it one chance in ninety-nine of that particular team making it? I always felt I was much better than average, which greatly changes odds unless the odds given are done so considering what team will participate? Short story is I still believed I could not only finish out the weekend, but come back regularly until the loggers were finished and enjoy a situation where I didn’t have any worries all weekend long. I just had to convince whatever was out there, that I was not the enemy. That in fact, when I showed up it was a sign for them to be able to relax. Rest up for when the fight should take place. The first thing I did was to share what sweets I had brought with me. Lucky I had a whole bag of hershey kisses because I had also brought a jar of peanut butter for a favorite combo snack. I even went as far as to leave a smudge of peanut butter next to the kisses. I placed them periodically along the forest line that next day so they would be available come night time. I made sure to stay quiet during the sunlight hours. I made a mental note that if I survived and decided to come back next weekend, to stop in at a hardware store and get at least two salt licks. Nearly everything liked those but that was for next time. I still had to survive this weekend. I also got the idea to place flags along the inside border of the tree line, just where the shade line ran at the time of placing the flags. My thinking on it was maybe it was a way of telling my adversary that I was “in the house” as opposed to the week nights when I was not going to be there. Hopefully the flags would be another way of announcing that ony the one human was around, and he was quiet and though stubborn, that he meant no further intrusion to their world. That battle was with the ones there when he was gone. Saturday night arrived and I was really uptight. It was the first night since they had made it clear they didn’t want him around. Would they take things up to the next level since he had chose to stay another night? I hoped they would see the chocolate and peanut butter as a peace offering. That and the fact I made sure to finish my cooking before dark, so that there was no message of my intrusion beyond what I had to send by just being there. Then I decided to take the ultimate gamble. I chose not to start the fires. I did bring each of them new dead wood which I laced with fuel attempting to leave pools of it caught in the bark which came loose from the wood it hung on. What I wanted was the fuel to not evaporate so quickly that the bonfire would not gush to life if I had to set the fires as defense. What I hoped was the treats combined with the fact I only used the lights, not the fires, to set boundaries, would be enough to show I was not the enemy. It was big risk especially if the fires were the only thing keeping what was out there, to stay out there. If I was over run by an attack of anything, whether it be bears, foxes or ewoks from Star Wars, it was going to go badly for me. My logic for taking such an approach was that either way I was alone. It wasn’t like I was sitting in an inprenatible fortress with a moat and drawbridge. If whatever was out there, wanted to come in and get me, there was nothing stopping it but the illusion of safety. However that night, which was just now an hour or two away, turned out: I was not going to say anything to the company about changing its tactics. I thought that if they did, it would in fact, ruin anything I had accomplished in the pursuit of communicating that I was not the enemy. If you think that is selfish then you misunderstand my perspective. I am on the side, of whatever is out there. I know cutting some of the forest is actually a good thing, but when it gets down to being at ground zero, I’m for the animals. Let the loggers go somewhere else. That was also because I assumed the creatures protesting the loggers at this location, were not everywhere. If the loggers moved five miles down the way, would that make a difference to the animals? No way of knowing until you tried it. Perhaps that was all it would take to find harmony for all? Of course, five miles may be a few feet to a really large predator, so it might have taken much more. The point was, that if nobody ever tried, it was sure to never find a happy compromise for any party. At first I thought I had not made any difference. Perhaps I had in fact, signed my own death warrant because the night started off with some bigger than before, trees being thrown at the tents. Upon investigation, I saw they had completely destroyed the tents they hit, and I could only conclude the bigger size trees was because they were being thrown from closer than the fires might have allowed, if I had lit them. Then the barrage stopped. I envisioned them seeing the fires not lit, coming up with the bigger trees, because they knew they could throw from closer distance. Then on their way back into the cover of the forest, they discovered the treats I left out. The barrage stopped and had been quiet for probably twenty minutes when the chatter began. I clearly did not have any idea what was being said, or what spirit it was being spoken? But if I had to guess I would have said I thought they were gathered just beyond the tree line, which was where the lights reached, for the most part. That they were standing out there, eating the treats, dipping their chocolate into the peanut butter, discussing me. Maybe they were saying stuff like, this guy can’t be all bad, he brought treats. Or that maybe they were even discussing the fact I had not lit the fires. I was not making any further intrusion into their world, than what had already happened and been established. If any further forest was taken, it was happening during the weekdays, when I was not there, and the many were. Lone dude not cutting down any further trees vs bunch of humans making all kinds of noise and driving vehicles which are hauling away the trees being cut down. Hate the game, not the player. That’s my message. Maybe I even saved a few loggers taking that approach. Who knows? Anyways they did not in fact, charge the compound because I didn’t burn the fires. After the first barrage of trees that night, there was no further destruction done to anything there. Saturday during the daylight hours, I risked driving into the nearest town that had candy. There I bought a lot of candy bars and what apples the place had, plus a couple bundles of bananas. I figured I could walk around Monday morning and see what was not eaten, and put them on my no-no list. I had the peanut butter cups, the chocolate bars, the ones with the creamy stuff inside, some that were mints and I even grabbed a couple of those all-peanut candy bars which were held together by what I imagined was mostly sugar. One other thing I did was to pour enough loose soil around the spots where I put the treats so that anything that stepped up to the treats, was going to leave a definite footprint in the loose sandy soil. It took me almost until that night to get three of these spots ready. I spread the loose sandy soil around the spot where I placed the candy bars / apples until it was spread three paces out from the treats. I thought surely nothing could reach that far without having to step on the sandy soil. I wasn’t disappointed that Monday morning and it gave me pause about ever returning. Sunday night I also chose to not light the fires. This time I didn’t even bother to douse them in diesel fuel, like I had the night before. Instead I spent my time spreading out the treats into specificlly strategic spots that would hopefully either draw attention away from the center of the compound, where my tent and SUV was located. Or it was one of the three spots where I had went to so much trouble to rake around them a perfectly manicured bed of soft soil. Made perfect for leaving footprints. I wanted to see how bold they would prove, and what size feet belonged to these things which so far I had not been given a clue as to their identity. In Canada there are many tales about little people, of different names for them whether it be elves, dwarves, etc. Everybody had heard at least a tale or two of the little people being mischevious at best, others would have simply stated them as dangerous. But if it was little people then they had one heck of a tree launcher. The night came with no trees being launched at the tents. It was a very good sign. I reminded myself to make sure to pick up my flags before the crews showed up in the mornings, so they would not have any idea to put the flags up during the week. If this was working it should be respected in all details. The next morning when it was barely light I started walking the border and checking out the various spots where I had left treats. I quickly gathered that every spot was visited and with the exception of one spot where I found some raccoon tracks, I was fairly confident the only things that were eating my treats were things which had feet that reminded me of humans. If humans were twenty feet tall. There were only two quality tracks. One each for the two of three spots I had spread the sandy soil. There were partial tracks leading up to the one near-perfect track at each candy spot. I envisioned the animal stepping up with the one foot, knowing it would have to leave the one track to reach the candy. It did the very bare minimum required in order to reach the treats. Whether it was aware I had set things up to leave a print, or if it was simply aware it was going to leave one, it was very careful. I suspected it was smart enough that if there had been any sort of actual trap involved, that the animal would not have went anywhere near the treats. That was just a personal feeling, no reason for coming to that logic, with exception to the careful way it had been to only leave the one footprint. I could not but help wander would it have been more important to the creature that it only left the one visible footprint, or if it had brushed the footprint away, or mostly away, which might have left the impression there were many instead of a single, that had left the print(s). Of course, that was assuming it was aware it was leaving a print. I had little doubt of that however. I took some pictures of the footprints, both of them, and then I brushed them away using my feet. I even made a point to be seen doing this chore. I even did it at the third spot where I had spread the sandy soil in hopes of getting a nice footprint. At that spot it was all raccoon prints which were everywhere. There was nothing left of the treats except in the case of the apples. The raccoons had apparently enough moisture in the fruit to let them eat it where they found it. There was a shredding of apple there where the treats had once been. I smoothed away evidence of anything having been there. I hoped if any bigfeet were watching, that they saw me covering up not just their tracks , but also the tracks of the raccoons. My thinking was that maybe they would see it as my being a benefactor for everything in the forest. They had no idea that nobody cared what the raccoons did. I imagined them seeing it as the raccoons being a competitor for their treats. My covering up evidence for both sides seemed only fair even it it wouldn’t matter to anyone. I wasn’t completely not intimidated. In fact I thought strongly about backing out of going back for another weekend. Until they paid me. It was a nice chunk of change. They had given a bonus because the place was mostly still in one piece. Nothing was mentioned about the tents destroyed which I attributed to the fact that they probably thought I had not seen the ones destroyed. To bring it up was to make me aware there was something capable of throwing those big tree spear bombs. No mention was made of the fact that I didn’t set the boundary fires for two of the three nights. The still stacked firewood told that tale however. If you make bonfire it takes some quantity of wood. Ideally seasoned wood but once the fire in going you can use green, if you keep it hot enough. In any case I had not used much of either. I picked up my flags that I mentioned, as I walked around checking out the places I had left the treats. I thought about bringing some of those wind chimes the next weekend. I could place them along the tree border and if they were not appreciated I figured they would be destroyed. But if the creatures liked them, it was a fantastic way of announcing that I was there, so no need to attack or destroy. I was the sign of peace, non-invasion and all things they preferred. The following weekend I arrived at the time agreed. For the first time ever, the site boss that handled me, said I should be careful. He went on to tell me there had been some incidents which involved what was reported as being large bears. In any case they had caused some of the loggers injury but not from any sort of attack that involved biting or blood being drawn to the point of the descriptions involving words like stabbing, gash, or deep penetration. Instead he used words such as smashed, crashed, crushed and unconsciousness. I deducted that to mean they were describing incidents involving things crashing down, hitting and crushing, not from biting and scratching, or any sort of attack that was ongoing beyond the inititial shock of it occurring. I envisioned large trees being pulled from the ground and then flung with complete abandon toward the tent encampment under the bright lights so out of place in the forest at night. There was nothing said to leave one to worry about an attack beyond the tree bombs. I hoped putting out my flags would take care of that. The weekend before I had made my flags from available materials. This time I was able to bring uniform flags made for showing where gas lines ran underground. I placed them around in a uniform length apart. Next I put out my treats which were put directly in between where the flags were located. Oh and this time, I stopped at the dollar store and loaded up on the marshmellow little chicks that usually are around for easter. I thought they might go over well. I also grabbed the usuals. Reeses, kisses, mints, which I figured were either the most favorite, or the least, since they were the farthest from the others in taste sensation. That second weekend I found it interesting they left three times as many tractor-trailers as the week before. It was nothing worth noting for anything more important than the fact itself, but it was different than before so I mentioned it. Oh alright, I took that as a show of confidence in me since there were more than before. You notice things like that as you are walking the tree line placing your flags and treats. I actually found myself singing at one point. It was way early to be so confidently content but I just had a good feeling about everything. I had brought enough treats for all nights I was to be there so this time I didn’t have to leave the compound. The week before I had worried not about the creatures, but about humans showing up and breaking out windshields, that sort of stuff you encounter every day back in the world. This time my only worry would be the ones with the big feet. A big part of me wanted to set up footprint traps again just so I could see what was visiting me in the dark of night but it would have been a futile effort which only would have served to flatter my ego. I had to be better than that if I wanted this to work. I don’t know how, or even if I was right, but I thought they were too smart to be fooled. That they had allowed me to see that print, but to do more would have been to insult their intelligence. What that might have resulted is also an unknown. I did do one thing kind of onery. I couldn’t resist. Put out some mints which were suppose to be very hot mints. Cinnamon flavored to be exact. I placed them at one spot and then that night listened intently for any extra reactions to come from that direction. Boy was I not disappointed. To the point I will never try anything like that again. Whichever one of them it was that got ahold of that treat, went nuts. There was a very loud, very unavoidable commotion which announced to all that were within hearing distance that it was in severe unpleasantness. I truly believe I could hear the difference between the commotion I heard, which sounded like someone that had bit into a very hot pepper, not like someone that had just cut off their limb or endured some other horrific tragedy which resulted in severe ptsd. In fact I thought I might have heard laughter which caused me to laugh because I knew what was going on. Despite that moment, it was also tense enough that I wouldn’t try it again for fear of maybe I got lucky and it happened to a low-ranking creature. If it had been the leader it might have went very different. I reminded myself next time I thought of doing anything cute, to recall how stupid I was to do that the first time. Much of those thoughts still were a night away from being relevant. If that Friday night proved that the creatures had learned nothing from my flags and treats, then I was in for one last long weekend and then I would collect my pay and never return. I went as far as to tell my ‘friends’ that as I walked along the tree line before dark was about to set in. “I’m here only for as long as you make me feel welcome, then if you make me leave, you can deal with the noise and stuff that will come with the next version which will take a different approach than the quiet, treat-filled approach that I represented. I know ‘experts’ will claim I am crazy for claiming they understood what I was saying. Maybe they didn’t. Perhaps it was just the tone, or the way I said it, that convinced them to be on their best behavior while I, and my flags, were visiting. Whatever the case, there was a replay of that night when the big thunks first hit, but then were not heard again. I guessed just because I had not lit the fires, was not enough proof it was me. They came out and threw their first round of bombs, and then on the way back saw the treats and the flags. After that, the place was silent. They didn’t even bother with the breaking of limbs although I did hear an increase in the chatter. I felt I had been successful in etching out my little foothold in this big picture. I had made friends with my potential enemies while maintaining the illusion of having mastered the situation. Summer came to a close, as it is known to do in Canada. It is a short season at best. Fall all the way into spring was too moist to continue logging in the area. There were simply too many days off due to weather to even consider continuing the work beyond end of summer. My last weekend there, was the weekend before the company would completely be pulled out of the region. That weekend, on Saturday afternoon, a guy came out in a four-wheel drive SUV much newer than mine. When he rolled up I was in the midst of placing my treats out along the tree line. Most noticably standing out, I imagine, were the marshmellow chics from easter. I had went to the trouble of using their stickiness to allow me to leave them standing and looking like they were following each other in a row. Anyways the guy pulled up and got out and introduced himself as being an upper-echelon boss of the company. He said he had waited until this weekend to come out and meet me. He went on to mention the troubles the company had endured with the men staying in their tents. How they had nearly been forced to create a fireline along the tree line to keep whatever was throwing those trees far enough away they couldn’t use the bigger sized ones to reach the tents. He told how there was a drawing every week to see who had to put their tent closest to the tree line, therefore most at risk of being hit by a larger tree. He went on further to say that the weekends had been the worst of the worst. Nobody came back for a second weekend and often they were not there to finish out the first weekend. He said he heard tales of everything from the Wendigo to bigfoot to dogman / werewolf to direwolves and even mention of a tribe of natives which had never been discovered and that were now making themselves known. What he wanted to know was how I had been able to be content with the circumstance, not too mention not have reports come in on Mondays of severe destruction endured? He then said maybe he didn’t need to ask. Maybe he had stumbled upon my secret. Was it possible the reason for everything having gone so smoothly that summer been due to my playing trick or treat every weekend? Perhaps even that was the reason the rest of the week the attacks had not become more violent. In many cases they were much less than the times before. Could it be because part of the population of whatever was out there: had become appreciative of getting those store-bought candy creations? Even so much as to have reached a point where they were willing to endure the logging that went on during the week. Of course it was a crazy theory, he stated, but then again, unless I had another trick he hadn’t seen yet, he had to think it was because bigfoot, or whatever was out there, had a big time sweet tooth. I said I guessed he could test that theory next summer when they came back because I wasn’t going to be there. I spent the rest of that afternoon spreading out the treats with him helping. I told him how I had talked to them though I couldn’t see them. That I had not backed down but it involved the risk of not setting the boundary fires. Finally I explained how I had used the invasion of the company to contrast my stays, so I doubted the company could use the same approach as myself. There was still the sweet-tooth angle. Perhaps that was enough. Perhaps it was everything and would prove to be the difference between invasion and invitation. Only he would be able to play out that experiment to find out what sort of results it might birth? My final night I had brought some ice cream bars covered in chocolate which I kept on dry ice until it was time. I had to wait until the very, very last minutes of daylight before putting out the ice cream if I wanted it found in any condition worth eating. I hoped it would be accepted as the treat meant. I thought the cold might communicate how important I considered them and their … friendship. The only thing I put out was the ice cream. I also sort of hoped it might convey that was my last night there with them. Sneaky as they are, they managed to provide a going away message of their own. I took it as a way of saying they could have taken me so easily anytime they desired, because they left me a sizeable pile of pine cones, in the spot which is right before I would turn around and back the way I had come. I thought they were saying, look how much we could do in the short time your back was to us! So know we could have hurt you if we desired, but that was never a goal. That they simply wanted the humans to go away, leave them what little bit of forest and nature that remains untouched. To which I would add, is that so very much to ask? Maybe it was the ice cream. Maybe it was them having the ability to read what I was thinking or feeling. I don’t know. Perhaps it was just simple dumb luck. Whatever the reason, I saw one that last night I was there. It was clearly a female. She came out into the light that made the boundary between light and dark. I saw her clearly for a few seconds and then, and I know some will claim I am either crazy or crazed from loneliness, but I believe she made a motion that I would have claimed was embarrassment: and then she disappeared into the night like there had never been anything there. Did she let me see her on purpose? if so, what was her motivation? It is perhaps naive, but all the same somehow comforting, to think that they knew it was my last night there. On top of which they knew how curious I was to know what they looked like? Finally did they choose as a group to let me see a female, believing it would be less traumatic for me? Or was it her decision alone. My curiousity known to all, but one lone female choosing to be brave enough to do the simple act which would so satisfy it. Could it be possible? Of course I can never return there and expect them to remember the guy who started the trend of leaving treats. Also since it is likely an approach which has spread through the grapevine in a wide manner, I could not expect them to think it was me the times they encountered treats after that first summer. It didn’t prevent me from wishing I could. The End |  |