THE BEAST OF SUNRISE DELL
By Mike Berger, PhD
The Dell is a pretty place; lush and green
with a meandering brook. Called Sunrise
Dell because it lies between two mountains.
When the sun comes up the Dell lights up
before anything else.
The Dell was once an ideal place for
raising cattle. That was before the beast
appeared. At first we thought our dead
cattle was the work of a bear, but all
of the pieces didn't fit.
Bears kill quickly and eat the hind
quarters first. These cattle died in
a savage attack; they were torn to
shreds. It might have been a cougar
or a wolverine. We sat half dozen
bear traps around those mangled
bodies. We would catch the creature
when it came to finish off the carcasses.
We returned next-day. None of the traps
had been sprung, but several of the
remains had been pirated a way. We found
footprints in the soft soil. Those prints
looked human like. I took my rifle from
it's scabbard; we had the feeling we were
being watched. We drove our cattle out
of the Dell.
Now when we must cross the Dell, we
take our rifles and never go alone.
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Mike Berger, PhD is
bright, articulate,
handsome, and
extremely humble
By Mike Berger, PhD
The Dell is a pretty place; lush and green
with a meandering brook. Called Sunrise
Dell because it lies between two mountains.
When the sun comes up the Dell lights up
before anything else.
The Dell was once an ideal place for
raising cattle. That was before the beast
appeared. At first we thought our dead
cattle was the work of a bear, but all
of the pieces didn't fit.
Bears kill quickly and eat the hind
quarters first. These cattle died in
a savage attack; they were torn to
shreds. It might have been a cougar
or a wolverine. We sat half dozen
bear traps around those mangled
bodies. We would catch the creature
when it came to finish off the carcasses.
We returned next-day. None of the traps
had been sprung, but several of the
remains had been pirated a way. We found
footprints in the soft soil. Those prints
looked human like. I took my rifle from
it's scabbard; we had the feeling we were
being watched. We drove our cattle out
of the Dell.
Now when we must cross the Dell, we
take our rifles and never go alone.
- - -
Mike Berger, PhD is
bright, articulate,
handsome, and
extremely humble
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