Ten Short Mysteries

Copyright © 2012 by Robert G. Davis.

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CONTENTS

GREMLINS

BAKER’S LANDING

SOUTH AMERICA

ATOLLS AHOY

THE SUSTEN

THE STORM

AIRCO 49ER

SPRING

SNOW ONE

EUROPE

GREMLINS

On a slow cool August afternoon deep in the northern forest, they sat by the slow rambling brook. There was no object in getting into anything more complex then turning the cards on the table. After all, it was almost time to walk the trap lines and gather up any new catch.

It was Earl’s night to check the river lines and Joe’s to check the mountain and creek lines. As they finished their afternoon tea and prepared to depart for their lines, they heard a rather unusual noise coming from the east forest.

Looking at each other, they decided they had better check it out quickly as they each had several hours of walking ahead of them on the trap lines.

As they cautiously moved into the eastern meadow towards the forest, they were careful not to converse and make any noise as they wanted to see what was there.

As they carefully moved into the forest, they were very slow and deliberate in stalking the noise that was seemingly just ahead. After moving into the forest several hundred feet, they looked at each other as Earl questions, is it moving ahead of us or what?

As they turned to return to the cabin so they could begin their line checks, they heard a faint groan as if something was hurt and needing help. Stopping in their tracks they listened intently, trying to get a fix on the sound.

Nothing.

They looked for any signs that may have been left by whatever.

Still nothing.

Now they were really wondering if it would be safe to spend several hours away from their cabin and not know what they might be coming back to.

Faced with such a decision, they returned to the cabin and started to discuss their choices. Would one go and check the more important river trail and the other stay behind to watch the cabin and observe the meadow for whatever may be out there. After all, it would be close to dark by the time either line was checked and they returned to the cabin.

Listening carefully for any sounds, they had not heard anything for a few minutes. Now they were about thirty minutes late leaving the cabin and that would make checking and returning time very late, maybe even after dark.

That itself would be dangerous. But how to decide on who would stay, who would go. Jokingly, Joe suggested, We could flip a coin. That would also take time as they were not in the habit of keeping coins out when at the cabin for several weeks at a time.

Earl spoke softly, We had better cover our own trails tonight, it is late already. That would mean leaving the cabin for several hours, but it must be done.

As they started out in their respective directions, they looked back at each other wondering if they were doing the right thing. Well, only time will tell, they thought.

The sun was long into the mountain valley when Joe reached the end of the line where he could start back and check each trap. He knew that he would have to hurry along the trails as it would be dark in some of the lower valleys he had to travel.

Stopping at each trap would also take several minutes as he would have to remove the catch and reset the trap. He thought about jogging from trap to trap until he had enough catch to slow him down. Most of the trail home was downhill from where he was starting the check.

As he reached his first trap, he noticed something wrong. The area around the trap was disturbed. He stopped and looked around.

He did not like the looks of what he was seeing. Had something taken the bait and got caught in the trap. Maybe something had taken the catch and made the mess when trying to get the creature out of the trap.

He looked around for other signs of disturbances. There were several small trees that had been broken and leaves stripped. As he moved toward the trap, he noticed that the trap was in place and still set.

He felt relieved to know that the trap was still secure. But what made the big disturbance. He did not need to take the time to investigate this tonight. He was already late and had more to think about.

As long as the trap was secure, he must return to the trail and keep moving down the valley. The trail was rather steep and narrow in several places and he needed to get through those areas before the sun was completely behind the mountain.

It would be dark within a half hour once the sun had fully set. Jogging down the trail he was cautious to look for any other signs that might arouse his interest.

It did not take long to arrive at the big bend in the first narrow, steep downhill grade. Slowing to a walk, he thought he heard noises coming from his west side.

Thinking he did not have time to check it out he navigated the narrow downward trail for several hundred feet. As he prepared to step off the trail to check his second trap, he was confronted by a rather large herd of deer that had been spooked.

This was really getting to Joe. First his trap area is messed up, now he comes face to face with a herd of spooked deer.

Earl, in the meantime, was having a great time checking his traps along the river. He was observing a new nest of birds probably the last of the year and several rabbits.

He reached his turn around point in what appeared to be near record time. What had made him move so swiftly to this point? But from here back to the cabin, it was all up hill. He observed several beavers along the river trail and several muskrats playing on a log in the river.

Thinking they would not be home for supper tonight, Earl called to them, You boys better get home soon. He kept moving toward his first trap.

As Earl started to move toward his first trap, he noticed a pair of beavers playing again on the bank of the swift moving river.

He knew he would not have time to watch them for long as he still had an hour of checking and walking to return to the cabin. Arriving at his first trap, he noticed it was empty and fully set. Well, keep moving and save time.

From this point he had to go into several backwater areas. That would mean balancing on several logs to cross some swamp waters. He needed to get past them before it got to dark.

There were also several traps set in the area that would be hard to reach if the water was a little high. As he started to follow the trail into the first of the backwaters, he noticed his second trap was sprung.

This would raise the anxiety level of any trapper. He approached the trap as he usually would, slowly. Watching his step as the trail was slippery.

As the sun was now very deep into the last valley, it was hard to see the trail ahead. Joe wished that he could only have twenty more minutes, he would be home.

The moon was in the last quarter and therefore not much help. The weather was starting to turn bad with the clouds building fast over the mountain tops. Joe knew that he must cover the last half mile quickly.

As he stepped off the trail to check the tenth trap in the series, he again heard a sound very close to what he and Earl were investigating before starting the trail. He knew that it was going to be very dark soon so he kept his concentration on the trap he was looking for.

The location of the trap was disturbed as was the first one. He approached slowly only to see the trap missing. There were some rather unusual looking footprints around the area where the trap was supposed to have been.

As he started to back out of the narrow path leading to the trap area, he heard a loud screech coming from the east side. That was also the direction in which he needed to be traveling.

There were two more traps, between him and the cabin. He quickened his pace and kept looking at both sides of the trail for any possible disturbance signs.

Earl was at the cabin waiting for Joe to return. Where could that kid be? He started to get a bit nervous as darkness fell faster and knowing that Joe would not have a source of light with him. They had discussed carrying flashlights, but that would only mean more weight and that would be unnecessary.

Earl looked for the flashlight. Before leaving the house, he checked to see if the flashlight had good batteries. After all, he may be out there for a while. Sure enough, the batteries were nearly dead. Where were the new ones? He knew they had some, but where were they when he really needed them.

After searching for a few minutes he found them in the kitchen along with matches and other general items. Quickly replacing the batteries, he started out the door to go up the trail.

But then wondering if Joe would remain on the main trail. After all, he could save several minutes if he took a short cut from the last trap. How could they communicate? Grabbing the whistle off the door post as he left the cabin, he started to blow it as he entered the meadow trail where Joe should be coming.

After several minutes on the trail, Earl heard the noises again from the forest, similar to the ones heard several hours earlier. Earl blew the whistle and listened, he thought he heard Joe responding.

Stopping to get a fix on his response, Earl heard some loud crashing sounds several hundred feet to his left. Crouching low, he looked without the aid of the flashlight. The noise stopped after several seconds and he stood up and turned on his light in the direction of the noise.

Nothing.

Blowing the whistle again, he finally got a firm response from Joe. Hurrying up the trail towards where Joe was coming, he again heard noises from his left. After a minute of a rather fast paced hustle, he seen Joe coming at him as fast as he could in the near dark.

As the two met on the trail, they did not bother to discuss the events going on around them. All they really wanted was to get back to the cabin.

After entering the cabin, they now had time to go over the events of the last several hours. Earl asks Joe, did you have those sounds all evening?

Responding, with a firm no Joe stated Only in the area of trap two and one herd of spooked deer. Not again until trap ten. There were some markings in the area of a couple traps, odd footprints and one trap missing.

Was the trap missing or just sprung? Earl asked.

Missing Joe replied.

What had started out to be a rather slow afternoon, turned into a trying evening. Both of them wanted to just sit down and relax for a moment. But they had to put things away and prepare for the trap check in the early morning.

Neither of them really had the heart to prepare food, but they knew that food had to be prepared.

Thank goodness for the microwave. It wouldn’t take long for a couple of hot dogs or maybe a prepared dinner in the oven.

Discussing what should be on the menu was not important to either of them. They started to look for causes and reasons.

What were those sounds they had been hearing? Where were they coming from? What had disturbed the ground around the traps on the mountain trails? When would they get the answers?

Joe was a nervous basket case. He had been on the trail several hours and seen all the strange signs and heard the sounds.

Earl had not heard anything except for the early afternoon sounds and then whatever it was while looking for Joe. As Joe started to talk about the ordeal, Earl told him to just relax for a moment.

Joe looked at him and wondered how he could relax when he had been out there in that ordeal and even after dark. Would they want to go separately on the morning trail check?

Earl decided that he would prepare microwave dinners. They would not take long and would not have dishes to clean after. Earl put together two hot dishes for them and sat down to eat.

Not a word was spoken while they consumed their food. As they finished the meal, the wind started to blow briskly. Earl stated, I will close the Meadow windows, you close the south windows.

They stood up to go close the windows and prepare to turn in for the night. As Earl closed the last window, he thought he could hear something in the meadow.

Not again, he thought. This would certainly be a day to remember. He went to the cabin door and turned on the large spot light that was facing in the direction of the meadow.

As far as the light was effective, he could not see anything. Better lock the doors and make sure the rifle was available in his room. Should he inform Joe that he had heard something and was going to have the rifle ready. He thought it best not to tell Joe, as he had already had a rough day.

After Joe went into his room, Earl picked up the rifle and took it into his room. Looking out the window, watching the grass sway in the stiff wind, he went back to the front door to turn off the spot light.

Just as he turned off the light, there was a brilliant flash of light followed closely by a sharp rumble