| After eating things turned even better. They came upon a miniature version of a bay and inside that section of the lake was their canoe floating unbothered. After recovering the boat they discovered one of the paddles was gone but even that wasn’t all bad because being the boyscouts that they were, there was an extra plastic paddle packed in the canoe which they broke out and put together. Even their fishing poles were in the canoe. They had about eight hours of daylight remaining. They could be at home watching the late evening news if the wind didn’t pick up. It was still coming in from the west. There isn’t much more to the story. Much like so many stories about these creatures the end result was nobody got killed but everybody was extremely effected by what had happened. To their credit however both men continued to spend time fishing and hunting but they never went back to the east end of the lake. Jess wasn’t much interested in the idea but George was adamant about not wanting to ever see the Wendigo again. After giving the matter some thought George concluded that his big elder brother had been trying to keep them safe. It had tried to scare them away, thrown rocks, basically made an extreme effort to keep the men safe while not giving away their appearance. As such he could never prove it was the Chiya Tanka that kept them a step ahead of the Wendigo and its lackeys but what else could it have been? The End |  |