- By Perry - 11/13/03 he posted this
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Rubber touched the pavement with a screech as
the Boeing 727 landed at Baltimore/Washington
International. A reunion of sorts was taking place
as friends from around the country were joining
together to remember old times and to invent a
few new memories. For Ralph Davis, it would be
bittersweet. Two of his long time friends, Mojo
and Rene were flying in from San Francisco and
Wisconsin, but he knew only to well that they
would have to leave again in only one short week.
They were childhood friends, buddies that shared
everything, but jobs and family obligations had
torn them in separate directions. At least he
would have this week and he was bound and determined
to make it as memorable as possible.
The drive from the airport took milliseconds compared
to the grueling time it had taken Ralph to get
there. Traffic into the city was backed up for
miles. An eighteen wheeler had swerved into another
lane, crushing a small compact car making it even
smaller than when it had rolled off the assembly
line. Ralph had wondered if anyone could have
survived such a crash. His question was answered
as the three men traveled west. Three bodies covered
by rain ponchos lay lifeless on the concrete next
to the wreckage; one appeared to be a child.
“I hope that isn’t anyone I know”
Ralph quietly murmured.
Mojo and Rene rubbernecked to catch a glimpse
but were only too sorry they had.
Attempting to change the mood, Rene bellowed “So
what do you have planned for us Ralph… keg
parties and strip joints?”
Ralph smiled as did Mojo, remembering the days
before they were married and had no care in the
world except partying and then partying some more.
“Actually, I thought we would spend a quiet
week fishing. I know a great spot that is miles
from everywhere…and more trout than you
The idea sounded good to Mojo. He dealt with high
finance, although lately, his thoughts had drifted
elsewhere. After suffering from a mini heart attack
at the age of 34, he had taken up photography.
He had plenty of money in the bank and could retire
if he wanted. It was tempting.
Mojo confirmed his thoughts aloud then said, “how’s
that sound to you Rene?”
“Fine with me…I am sick of looking
at people, especially women.”
Ralph laughed then said, “Oh I feel for
ya Bro…a gynecologist…must be tough.”
Rene smiled then replied, “well ya know,
it’s not all eighteen year old hotties that
come in for exams…imagine having to see
your grandmother naked from the waist down. I
have nightmares. I can relate to Vietnam vets
that still sleep with there rifles.”
Ralph and Mojo looked at Rene, seriously for a
moment, then shut him down in a barrage of laughter
and heckling. Who was he kidding?
Before the three men had noticed, they had arrived
at the campsite high atop a mountain, smack in
the middle of the Appalachian range. Ralph’s
new Dodge pickup easily maneuvered the rugged
terrain that led them up to the twenty acre pond
and the sparse campsite that Ralph and his friends
Lou, Fatty and Phil had previously constructed.
As Ralph’s truck pulled in, Lou greeted
them with a wave, and then dropped his load of
kindling for the camp fire; Phil and Fatty were
fly fishing from the bank of the pond. No introductions
were needed. Mojo and Rene knew all the guys well.
“Holy smokes…how long has it been?”
Big Lou greeted the newcomers with an outstretched
“Ages Lou…you look good. Married life
agrees with you I see.” Rene patted Lou
on the belly. He always poked fun but knew where
the line was. Lou had a temper and when he unleashed,
it was like a grizzly mauling a freshly caught
“Hey you two…get over here.”
Lou motioned to Fatty and Phil who promptly ignored
him. Fishing was more important than sappy long
time no sees.
Ralph helped Mojo and Rene set up their tents
then they strolled around the pond. The sun set
over the blackening mountain behind them sending
pink and yellow brush strokes throughout the early
evening sky. Trout rose on the pond to greet the
mayflies that were hatching. An occasional splash
could be heard, echoing off the forested hills
around them. After a hearty meal of fresh trout
and beer, the men settled in for the night.
“I heard something.”
“Of course you did. We are in the woods
dummy…go back to sleep.”
“No…I mean I really heard something.”
“There it is again.”
Fatty spoke up. “I heard that too.”
“What is that smell? Smells like…wet
The six men were all up on an elbow, half in and
half out of their sleeping bags. The fire had
soothed itself into a crisp glow; the embers shimmered
in the darkness flickering a calming sensation
over the grassy surroundings. Rene peered at Mojo
then over to Ralph.
“Someone poke Lou!”
Big Lou was famous for his sleep marathons and
could shake the bark off a tree with his freight
Mojo whispered only too loud, “wake him
Lou, startled from his slumber, reacted with an
“Shhhhhh……..Rene pointed into
the brush beyond the two trucks only barely visible
in the firelight.
Silence enveloped the friends as they strained
to hear any noise that did not belong, but no
noise came. Only the heavy sound of darkness and
the crickets chirp could be heard, but the men
did not sleep, except for Lou. He was out again
in no time.
Morning came late, taking forever to arrive for
the sleepless men. A heavy dew had landed, soaking
everything and everyone to the bone. Phil shivered
as he stoked the fire and put water on for coffee.
Within minutes, all were up, except for Lou. Five
of the six men hovered around the fire, rekindled
from its near extinction. Steam rose from the
long underwear clad men as they sipped there java.
“What do you think that was that we heard?”
Ralph said, holding onto his mug tightly.
The others just shook there heads.
“Well I say we look around.”
“Look around for what?” Big Lou said,
rising from his catatonic state.
“Phil and Fatty…why don’t you
two look over that way…” Ralph pointed
towards the towering pines.
“Rene and Mojo can come with me. We will
search the area around the trucks and up towards
“What about me?” Lou said, not wanting
to be left out.
Ralph thought for a moment then decided it would
be best if someone remained in the camp. Lou was
fine with it. It took him awhile to get moving
Fatty and Phil walked off towards the stand of
pines as the other men headed in the opposite
direction. Ralph walked carefully, eyeing the
ground for any visible clue. As they reached the
pickups, Mojo motioned to Ralph and Rene and then
pointed towards the hood. A large dent was prominently
featured on the edge of Ralph’s hood. Part
of the grill was broken as well. An angry path
led away, trampled by someone or something. The
three men followed as it led towards the bluff.
Rene was the first to find her. He stood gazing
in horror, unable to mutter a word. Mojo and Ralph
called for him yet he said nothing. He couldn’t.
He had no spit.
“There you are…we thought…what
She hung from one leg which was wedged in the
crook of a tree. Her hair covered her face but
no clothes covered her disemboweled torso. The
remnants of intestines reached for the ground
which was soaked in blood. A ravaged backpack
lay strewn about the forest floor. She was alone
and appeared to have been there for a few days.
Whatever had done this was an animal, human or
The scream shattered the early morning. The voice
was Lou’s but sounded nothing like him.
By the time the men could get back to camp, Lou
was a fury of arms and legs, covered in ten feet
of hair and spit.
“GET IT OFF OF ME!!” He screamed in
The animal stopped its molestation and dropped
Lou’s big frame to the ground. It stood
half upright then fully erect. The men shuddered
in place, beholding a creature that defined reason.
It quickly moved towards Mojo who backed away
then tripped over a log. It stopped again, displaying
its arms that stretched on forever. Its eyes penetrated
and its teeth froze the men solid. Without warning,
it sprinted off into the bush, following the trail
that led to the girl.
Lou lay on the ground panting. His chest and stomach
were torn as was his face. Blood gushed from a
wound the size of a grapefruit.
“We gotta get him outta here” Ralph
said. No one argued.
Ralph sat in the hospital chair, tending vigil
over his badly wounded friend, he read the paper.
The headline read “Lone hiker missing”.
He read and re-read the story and thought of her
family. They never did find her body. It surely
was a vacation to remember.
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