Sunday, July 8, 2012
Wondering about the Wampus Cat.
I started camping at a very early age, long before I was old enough to start school. Now don’t get all excited, I was with my parents and other relatives. I have pictures to prove it, but don’t have the time this morning to dig them out, scan them, and post them; maybe some other day. Anyway, our family (Grandparents, Parents, and Uncles and Aunts on my Mother’s side) built a camp at the end of a road that followed a creek named Bull Run, (I think that was its name) near Fryburg and Tionesta, Pennsylvania. The road went through the woods and two gates. Since it was at the end of the road (not much more than a path) they named the camp, “Trail’s End”. I loved that place and was always so happy when my parents took me there. It was such fun but it was also scary. Why, you ask? Because of the Wampus Cat and the bears, but especially because of the Wampus Cat. From as long as I can remember, the older folks told us kids terrible stories about the Wampus Cat. I must admit, that after I got older, I too, told those stories to the younger cousins. But my Grandpa and my Uncles could do a much better and believable job of telling the stories and scaring the younger camping generation. But believe me, without those Wampus Cat stories and others like them, camping for us kids would not have been such a wonderful and exciting experience. (Google Wampus Cat for more information) I guess humans like to be scared, that is why there are “haunted houses”, scary rides, and such at amusement parks and carnivals. I believe that wild, scary tales of the deep woods are a huge part of camping, especially if you are young enough to believe all of it. Now, don’t let the Wampus Cat get you and have a great day now, you hear?