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trasker
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Post Number: 160
Registered: 11-2011
| | Posted on Thursday, August 9, 2012 - 2:34 pm: | 
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peterob: Daniel's car was found in the parking lot for Camp Wanapitei, sorry I don't have the ooordinates, but the lot is shown on maps. This area was grid searched extensively by the OPP back in the fall (I'm Daniel's mom). For details on the current search area (winter clothing found May 20th), see the forum ALERT-Missing Person . If you want more details, email find.dan@rogers.com
If anyone has further details of how to contact the Heibert's or the location of their cabin in 2009, we would like to know, thanks. We take this question seriously and are looking for facts, any information is appreciated if it helps us find Daniel. |
peterob
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Post Number: 3
Registered: 08-2012
| | Posted on Thursday, August 9, 2012 - 3:13 pm: |
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Hi Trasker. By now you have my email, and the location. Please only share this with the OPP. The Hieberts are very insistent about not having any media attention.
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trasker
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Post Number: 161
Registered: 11-2011
| | Posted on Thursday, August 9, 2012 - 11:49 pm: |
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peterob: No worries, will respect their privacy. |
chris
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Post Number: 124
Registered: 03-2006
| | Posted on Friday, August 10, 2012 - 11:57 pm: |
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From the archives. Can't say for sure what it was, but every word that follows is true:
T’was early fall, not long ago, the day The Towers fell
I can clearly recall, my Wendigo and this story that I now tell
A vision in warning, or some do say, who appears upon times bleak
A mission informing, but not relayed, for he fled and did not speak
It was up in the wilds, near height ‘o land - where The Lady laughs in the gloom
Threading the miles of n'Daki Menan, locked in a race with the moon
From aft on my perch, I scanned the far lands for the break marking trail downstream
My stomach then lurched for a man seemed to stand - upon our distant landing he gleamed!
As I squinted my eyes my bowman decried, “Ho! There’s someone in sight!
Some traveller I spy” and he gave a great sigh “For now where to rest upon night?”
“I know not" I confessed, 'Though it seems a contest. Yet perhaps if we're fleet upon trail,
Using speed at our best we can yet wrest - the fair camp at the falls in the vale”
Closer we came till we could make out his frame, as he stood regarding us so
But he cut quick the game, with no greeting proclaimed, so swiftly from sight did he go
He slid through the trees, with such grace and ease, not to trail but to elsewhere he left
Like a silent breeze, as quick as you please, through the forest he speed with such deft
“That was quite queer,” we agreed hauling gear, "Yet surely we'll meet upon track.”
And though I never felt fear, I'll confess to you here, I felt somebody’s eyes on my back!
And so without tire, we pushed on through the mire, eyes down to the trail under boat
I was somewhat inspired for though I enquired, no sign of a passing was wrote
Soon without fail, we found camp in the vale and I still expected our “friend”
So we sat drinking ale and retelling our tale and a shiver to the night did he lend
Just who he was and where he was to, well perhaps we’re never to know
If you wander take pause, be respectful because; the forest has eyes – Wendigo!
Whispered tales on Ojibwa trails speak of strange and mysterious sights
Travellers assailed and a madness prevails when shadows run loose in the night
Shaman and seers passing words through the years tell of wonders and horrors surreal
A dream-world lies near to vision that's clear and of power the Spirits yet wield
Now I've heard it said so, that the spirits will go - the magic lives and it dies with the land
Was it the final show of My Wendigo to say a final good-bye to the damned?
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grncnu
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Post Number: 239
Registered: 08-2010
| | Posted on Saturday, August 11, 2012 - 1:49 am: |
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right on, chris!
may i recommend- though it's definitely out of print- "the wendigo" by algernon blackwood. this classic from the turn of the century was reprinted in the 70's in one of the "fontana books of great ghost stories", edited by robert aickman--- volume one i believe. look for it on abebooks.com, i'm sure you will appreciate it!
ideal "canoe trip" reading... for anyone interested in these matters.... |
nadjiwan
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Post Number: 1
Registered: 08-2012
| | Posted on Friday, August 17, 2012 - 3:26 pm: |
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Ok, first off here…old guy, new name here on Ottertooth. I was formerly “maramar.”
So grncnu, “bang on” with your mention of Blackwood’s story. Came across it myself about 25 years ago. Well actually, in my post here back on July 18th, I mentioned that anthology edited by John Robert Columbo on the “Windigo,” it’s in there along with a lot of other great stuff on the subject. Published in 1982 but probably also out of print now. So your mention of it got me all nostalgic and I decided to pick it up again and give it a read, which I’ve done now the last two nights before bed. Thought I might have outgrown my tendencies for getting spooked. Nope!...must be the Indian in me. This story was and still is, for me, and to use the campfire story rating scale and parlance of my son and nephew in their younger years, a “pant-crapper”!!! Thanks for the memories, cheers!
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grncnu
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Post Number: 240
Registered: 08-2010
| | Posted on Friday, August 17, 2012 - 8:49 pm: |
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it is a pant-crapper... i made the mistake of reading it when i was about 12 and it almost scared me permanently out of the woods!!
chris, just re-read that poem of yours and it's amazing- who is that by? |
chris
Member
Post Number: 125
Registered: 03-2006
| | Posted on Monday, August 20, 2012 - 10:42 pm: |
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Hi, that was me - thanks! Originally posted in 2001. Made a few tweaks but it happened just so. Well, actually I don't think we were drinking beer but what the hell rhymes with vodka and orange?
Cheers! |
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