The Art of Curiousity
And I have enough to kill more cats than Jay and an old car.The current story is perhaps a factor of my overactive imagination or not. One of our compadres in our pheasant hunting excursions goes by the nickname of Duck. Honestly, that's all I know him by so we'll call him Duck.
Duck is an avid deer hunter. His passion for hunting deer rivals my passion about pheasant hunting. Duck even takes it a step further as he will go looking for antler sheds during the spring and summer. As Dan puts it, Duck sometimes is oblivious to what we call property lines and often goes where he shouldn't. Keep that fact in mind.
On my way to school everyday, at about the halfway point on the west side of the road is a pond complete with some type of outbuilding. Behind the pond there is a creek with a lot of trees, a perfect spot for antler sheds and heavy deer foot traffic. This pond extends underneath the interstate to the east side of the road, so it's a fairly good sized pond with a little finger like cove on the south edge close to the highway. I have yet to actually see people in this place.
So one day Duck is out looking for sheds and somehow "gets lost" to the point where he's prowling back in the middle of these trees that shadow the creek. As Duck is traipsing about, he stumbles up on a mowed path that snakes its way through the area. His curiousity gets the better of him, so he follows the path. While he's following this path, he begins to encounter small stone buddha like statues in regular intervals. At this point, Duck began to get that nagging feeling that he was being watched. He followed the path for a while when he came upon a clearing in the trees. Tied to a tree limb by its feet was a chicken. The chicken had two problems, one it was dead, two it had no head. (which could have led to its demise, but i'm not jumping to conclusions) Now underneath this chicken as it was suspended fairly high, Duck said that the leaves and ground had been mashed down by feet, and the only thing he could figure out was that people were dancing underneath this headless chicken. By now the sense of being watched was overpowering, so Duck made a show of withdrawing his handgun he was carrying and he got the hell out of there.
Now I pass this place everytime I go to school. Often I've wondered if I could catch a fish there because it looked like it could be a good spot for fishing. However with the drought which haunted us during the fall, this pond barely held any water, including that finger cove in the south. I've always noticed a simple white chair in this finger cove as if placed there for fishing. However, with the water level slowlying dipping, the chair never moved. I noticed recently that the chair had been moved out of the way under a tree. In its place is a black and red chair. Curiouser and curiouser. Thanks to many mysteries I've read, I began to wonder if that chair has any significance. Is it some kind of symbol? Some kind of sign? The fact that it replaced the white chair, facing the highway even when there wasn't enough water to fish makes me curious. Why would someone go to that trouble? There has to be a reason that a chair was drug all the way around the pond well away from the outbuilding.
If my buddy Jar was here, we would have investigated this spot by now, but I'm not going to fly solo because I've used up all my good luck on a certain person. Plus I'm under incredible restrictcions not to go near that place alone.
It's enough to get the mind rolling, though.
posted by Rusty @ 12:46 PM
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