Quick thought about polar bears, random and bigfoot

The bush is a dangerous place for a lone hiker. In the outskirts of the Rez, I have to be cautious polar bears, bears, and wolves. I always carry a staff and a knife around in the bush. But I don’t smack the dogs while in town.

My father told me, if you see a polar bear from a distance, don’t make sudden movements, don’t run, back away slowly. Don’t let it see you. If the wind is blowing in your direction, the better your chances of getting away.

Polar bears stalk and prey on humans. The wind can either betray or mask you. Animals have a keen sense of smell. Regardless what people believe, animals are not stupid creatures. Wear drab or earth tone colours, don’t wear bright colours or red, when you’re in the bush.

Whether you believe believe that Sasquatch beings exist. You should be aware that there are various type of creatures in this world, some of which are meaner and nastier than Sasquatch.

Dangerous type of bigfoot is the Gugwe aka Genoskwa. They hunt in groups, known to bite off human faces and carry the victims off.

A regular Sasquatch can toss a large boulder at great distance, killing the target in an instant. Female Sasquatches are not permitted to wander about alone. They’re breeding stock and to prevent other males from snatching them.

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thinking about ordering dogfood

All right, while I wait for the power and the internet to come back on.  I am considering in ordering kibble from Walmart. The type of kibble that made my dog’s turd less stinky, was Actr1um, it had been years since I made an order.

16kg bag of kibble sounds all right, but I will have to order other items. The last time I ordered that size, the bag was hefty. I had to use a wheel barrow. Thirty-five pounds sounds good enough, but kibble going rancid got me concerned.

With HST, shipping and handling adding to the expense. To be stingy, a 7kg might be doable, it may last less, but I could squeeze funds for other items. With choices to make, so little time.

 

About bigfoot

I don’t trust the woods, especially when the moon illuminates the entire land.

Bigfoot not only migrates, they go underground to the subterranean caverns, through the waters, to where it’s stony and warm. You can’t go where the Bigfeet congregates, no one can, either you would suffer from heart palpitations, die from terror or from shock. In the winter time they rarely move about.

Even though the Sasquatch leave us alone. They are known to eat people when they’re famished, easily angered, and merciless.

Many years ago, when my grandfather was still alive, in one late night, he heard one of them let out a howl or a scream. Signalling their return to the areas outside the Reserve.

From what I have been told, is not to whistle, or make any hooting noise while in the bush. From Spring to Autumn they roam the bush and outskirts of town. A Bigfoot throws a large rock from a distance, injuring or killing the prey instantly. And Bigfeet are ambush predators.

random thoughts, tech and random update

If you think about it, the internet and technology is a double edge sword, the more you use them, the easier it is for the peeping toms to track you.

Micro-financing and mobile banking are all ready in Tanzania and Kenya.

Mobile phones are part of majority’s EDC AKA everyday carry. Then again, not everyone has a mobile. Some people would rather starve to death than go without their devices. I sometimes leave my mobile at home to charge the freaking thing.

Mobiles are targets for theft and hacking. I always keep my mobile in sleep mode and locked, but that won’t stop the crook from resetting and selling it to gullible customers. In the bush it’s always wise to be aware of your surroundings and not be distracted.

I don’t do mobile banking, but I check my balances on my landline phone via the old-fashioned way. As the saying goes, the old way is best.

 

im back and thinking about raising ducks on Rez

I’m thinking of raising chickens in a Rez, in addition to starting a garden. But a lady Facebook friend of mine suggested that I raise flightless ducks. Ducks are heartier than the chicks. Instead of chicken eggs, duck eggs. I would have to take pictures around my house and consider my options thoroughly.

Keeping the birds alive would present a challenge. They must be enclosed in a fence between my house and shed. Eight and twenty-six feet is adequate for the birds.

Four to five feet high, should keep the dogs out. But it won’t stop the jackasses and drug addicts from killing and stealing the ducks. One duck goes for twenty dollars a pop. And of course kids climbing over the fence, trashing the place and killing the birds. Then there’s windchill and minus fifty Celsius temperature.

To grow a vegetable garden, I may need a greenhouse. And pick the right crop since the growing season would be short. Heating that damn thing would be another hurdle. Two things will happen, a vandalized greenhouse and the meagre crop taken or destroyed.
With the lack of respect. Vandalism and theft are common in Attawapiskat.

On my closing note, it’s better to work through the hurdles that life tosses at you, with humour and taking things one day at the time.

another thoughts and opinions about entity and cannibalism

They say you can’t stare at a demonic entity or monstrous entity, and you will be dead before drop to the group. To quote from the bible. “Men’s hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth:”

I haven’t asked my father if that evil bastard is seen in daytime. But what I do know, that whenever its close, disquiet and terror blooms within you. You lose sanity and strength.

And there are more than one that lurks the earth.

A hideous appearance and ravenous hunger. Hands that had skin bitten off.

When a man grows gaunt, loses all sense, and driven insane by starvation and transforms into a monstrous entity, the moment he bites off his lips and finger tips, skin on his hands and tearing chunks of skin from his torso.

From distance he looks like a man. Granted that it was once one.

Again how will things translate to modern times? I believe more of them will make an appearance. When food becomes scarce and not available, due to war and famine. I shudder to think if a woman turns into one of them. Ripping skin from her torso.

In the winter of 2015, one of them was at the edge of town. If it hadn’t turn the other way around. It’s safe to assume that we would be all dead.

A difference between a cannibal and entity that devours flesh of people. A cannibal is still a human, while entity is a demonic beast on two legs. Cannibalism is frowned upon by the elders of my culture. It shouldn’t be tolerated or celebrated.

When food is not available, men and women will resort to cannibalism. Mothers will eat their babies, brothers will eat their siblings. It’s been said that cannibalism is a form of judgment.

thoughts about the entity and other things

On my previous blog post, from what I had gathered about the entity, the beast is no Sasquatch.

The Canadian North is brutal and harsh, bush law dictates survival. With the lands occupied by monstrosities.

A being that was once a man. Few felt its presence and lived. From its terrible countenance, size and presence. You would go insane and die soon afterwards. To vanquish such a creature is to dance with death. Alone you can’t kill it, you’ll need protection and fortitude. If you’re thinking of using a high calibre weapon take out the demonic brute, you’ll fail.

Unless God Almighty had set aside and sanctified a man pure in heart, for such a task. You’ll fail. An old style medicine man or a shaman had to prepare himself. Shamans and medicine men had good sense and understood the need to vanquish the terror that devours mankind.

Its aspects are demonic and monstrous. How will translate in modern context? How will the fiend be killed? With the old style shamans and medicine men extinct or extremely rare.

The upside of modern technology lights would keep it at bay.

So basically one would have to separate the nuggets of information from bull crap. I wouldn’t trust a practitioner of voodoo; they would attempt to harness the beast or steal its power. Making things from complicated to worse.

For a man of God to kill one of them, he would have to be sanctified and strengthened by God himself. And I’m not talking about Black Hebrews, Hebrew Roots Movement, Holy Rollers, or a Catholic Priest. But an actual man of God. He would have to ply the tools of his trade and calling.

A little update, I may need to correct a few things. As my memory goes, some entities and cryptids are too damn dangerous talk about.

Trying to remember the name of the beast. and some folklore

For quite a while I have been trying to figure out the name of the cannibalistic beast. It seems to me that most of the legends and folklores are forgotten. And now first nation legends have become sanitized, like modern day fairy tales.

It’s a bit rough, but here it goes.

A trapper or a warrior caught in a snowstorm. Hunger and cold sets in, he becomes deranged from starvation. He bit off his lips and fingertips, tearing skin from his own torso. To devour it, nothing can satiate him, for he is beyond help. He wanders aimlessly, never to be seen again.

The Swampy Cree elders of old say, an encounter is fatal, you can’t go near one of these things. Due to his towering size and monstrous strength, his mere presence alone can make a person drop to the ground; shaking, as you lose consciousness. When you see him from far away, only to think that it’s a man walking. But when the beast draws closer, tendrils of fear and insanity claw their way in, death soon follows.

A warrior’s courage, sanity and strength leeches away, as it draws nigh. For no man can overcome him. Many have died from fear, many fared worse. Villages laid in ruins.

He smashes the cabin walls and roofs open, tossing the roofs aside. To pluck and gather each victim. The creature tear off the limbs and feast on the dead.

Only a shaman and medicine man skilled in the craft, can overcome and vanquish the demon god.

Others such as he, continue to wander about. As few elders retains the knowledge of their existence. He cannot go where there’s lighting. For he hates and fear bright lights that intrude his domain, and bars his way from human flesh. From a great distance, the beast will hurl branches, trees and blocks of ice, crushing or killing his victim.

A man with a stout heart, startled from his sleep, will quake in his bed, hoping and praying that the evil will not come. For a modern town will become his snack bar.

Back again, hello RWO80 mid week check-in, late again

ROW80LogocopyThis is my ROW80 sunday check-in for October 24, 2016 as usual I’m late. Two days ago, my dog broke his swivel clasp and sat by the door. Waiting for me to open the door or expecting a snack.

  • My writing goal is somewhat oozing along.
  • Sprucing up my long handwriting aka cursive writing.
  • Continuing along with my reading the passage by Justin Cronin.
  • Tweeting has gone nonexistent.

I have been digging around with regard to gold and silver stackers, and how to get rid them without hemorrhaging mullah. Let me be clear, I’m not an expert in precious metals. Just offering my opinions and sporadic observations of the ongoings in a first nation town. In my region, gold and silver is useless up in a first nation reserve, we’re used to paper currency. Depending on how much gold and silver one has. It would be a nightmare to transport gold and silver from a remote community to another.

One. A remote first nation community is only accessible by plane. Two. The closest pawn shop is in Timmins, Ontario. Three. Finding a reputable gold dealer is difficult. Four. Hopping on the plane, one way to Timmins is expensive. Five, hauling gold and silver around is tedious work. Six. There are dishonest pawnshop brokers, coin dealers and gold dealers.

It’s possible to sell precious metals to a scrap dealer, but one must know where to sell and who will buy it. I will have to dig for more information on various topics including this one.

Back to the writing, sometimes going with the flow can alter one’s WIP timeline along with other things. Precious metals and various stuff seem to pop up. Anyways regarding my female character, I finally figured out which kind of flaw to give to her. World building has more layers than an onion.