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Joe Stewart, The Paranormal Nomad
Dogman Reconaissance in Clinton County, Michigan
Photo of Joe Stewart,
The Paranormal Nomad
Date: Saturday, June 25, 2011
Location: Clinton County, Michigan
Team:
Joe Stewart
Bob Daigle
You couldn’t have asked for a better day for doing a recon mission on the river, blue skies, a slight breeze and no bugs. On our way up to the boat launching site, I showed Bob where Dogman on a couple of occasions was witnessed crossing the road going into the wetlands. The water has been quite high this year due to all the rainfall.
Today’s transportation vehicle was Bob Daigle’s two-man Kayak. After skillfully wrestling the white Kayak off the roof of Bob’s SUV, we prepped the Kayak and ourselves for the recon. As long as we had 4 inches of water we’ll float.
Disaster struck before the first oar hit the water. My camera totally failed. This was puzzling being I just put new batteries in the camera that morning but didn’t test it, a rookie mistake. To make matters worse, I didn’t bring any spare batteries either. Well, if we do end up seeing Dogman on this trip, I hope he poses long enough for me to sketch him.
Over the years I’ve been in most forms of watercraft except for the Kayak. This would be my first experience. From first appearances it looks like it will be a balancing act all the way. I would caution trying to scratch your nose which will most likely activate the flip switch and then all hands off deck.
Bob told me he had the craft for 10 years and never tipped it over. I told him I hope we can add eleven years to that record. “How do you get into this thing Bob?” I couldn’t figure out a good approach. Passer-bys must have thought I was dancing with the Kayak.
Bob gave me the old cliché: “There’s a trick to it.” I hope the trick isn’t me disappearing into the river! Well, let’s see - simply put, there is no way to get into this thing without getting wet. I got in the river first then proceeded to literally put the Kayak on like a pair of pants. I finally got my feet in the narrow bow – so far so good.
Bob like an old pro was in the Kayak and away we went. Hey wait! I think I just swallowed my gum. At first I thought we had the submarine version of the Kayak but it seemed to stabilize and rise a bit out of the water.
I held in my hand a contraption that appeared to be a propeller to an airplane but was a double paddle used for Kayaking. I think it is actually a torture device according to my shoulders. The only way I was getting wet now was from Bob moving his paddle near me dumping cold river water on me. That’s okay the cool breeze will dry me off Bob.
We took a channel to the right heading south. There were a lot of tributaries leading off mostly to dead ends. There was some water fowl throughout the trip; a couple of fish popped up wondering what was this strange craft invading their solitude.
I saw one eyeing me as I passed by. “You better knock it off”, I said, “I might be back with a fishing pole!” Oh and we mustn’t forget the turtles. There was also a lot of lake-weed and pond scum on the surface that slowed our progress. It started me thinking about having salad for lunch.
Dogman stands about 8 feet tall (about 2.5 meters)We weren’t down river or was it up the river - no, I had my paddle, so down river too far and we already determined this is a perfect area for a predator with a variety of wildlife for consumption.
We continued on south from wide to narrow channels. I didn’t see any deer or other type of land wildlife the whole time we were our there, that’s probably due to they would have to be swimming before we could see them.
We found more dead ends and drainage channels along the way, plenty of woods on higher ground that the river seemed to have invaded. We came across a couple of sleepy ancient looking willows in the water.
Bob thought this was a good spot for a person to tie up his Kayak and stretch a hammock in the limbs of the mighty willow. Oh, sorry Bob, I thought you meant now! On to the south we continued.
It was kind of hard to get the total lay of the land because a lot was underwater and I didn’t bring any scuba gear. Bob suggested returning in the future when the river is lower and we would more easily get to a landfall to do a little land exploration, I heartily agreed.
The river finally played out and was getting narrow. We didn’t want to ground ourselves. Bob figured we might have made a wrong turn and was in one of the channels that played out early.
Actually we were pretty much where we wanted to be. We reversed direction and back tracked to see where we thought we made a navigational mistake. The further east and north we went we figured out we were okay to begin with.
It had been a couple of hours of fun, sun, wind, and shoulder pain. First unwritten rule: Don’t paddle any further then you are willing to paddle back. We finally returned to our point of origin concluding our little recon.
After a ceremonial kissing of the ground we prepared the Kayak for its mounting on top of Bob’s SUV. During this intensive labor we discussed the possibilities of Dogman living and hunting this area. It is definitely feasible, we will just have to wait and see – more to come.
Works Cited
Ashley, Leonard R.N. The Complete Book of Werewolves. New Jersey: Barricade Books, 2001. Print.
Robbins, Rossell Hope. The Encyclopedia of Witchcraft and Demonology. New York: Bonanza Books, 1981. Print.
Summers, Montague. The Werewolf. New York: University Books, 1966. Print.
Joe Stewart, The Paranormal Nomad.
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Photo of Joe Stewart,
The Paranormal Nomad
Date: Saturday, June 25, 2011
Location: Clinton County, Michigan
Team:
Joe Stewart
Bob Daigle
You couldn’t have asked for a better day for doing a recon mission on the river, blue skies, a slight breeze and no bugs. On our way up to the boat launching site, I showed Bob where Dogman on a couple of occasions was witnessed crossing the road going into the wetlands. The water has been quite high this year due to all the rainfall.
Today’s transportation vehicle was Bob Daigle’s two-man Kayak. After skillfully wrestling the white Kayak off the roof of Bob’s SUV, we prepped the Kayak and ourselves for the recon. As long as we had 4 inches of water we’ll float.
Disaster struck before the first oar hit the water. My camera totally failed. This was puzzling being I just put new batteries in the camera that morning but didn’t test it, a rookie mistake. To make matters worse, I didn’t bring any spare batteries either. Well, if we do end up seeing Dogman on this trip, I hope he poses long enough for me to sketch him.
Over the years I’ve been in most forms of watercraft except for the Kayak. This would be my first experience. From first appearances it looks like it will be a balancing act all the way. I would caution trying to scratch your nose which will most likely activate the flip switch and then all hands off deck.
Bob told me he had the craft for 10 years and never tipped it over. I told him I hope we can add eleven years to that record. “How do you get into this thing Bob?” I couldn’t figure out a good approach. Passer-bys must have thought I was dancing with the Kayak.
Bob gave me the old cliché: “There’s a trick to it.” I hope the trick isn’t me disappearing into the river! Well, let’s see - simply put, there is no way to get into this thing without getting wet. I got in the river first then proceeded to literally put the Kayak on like a pair of pants. I finally got my feet in the narrow bow – so far so good.
Bob like an old pro was in the Kayak and away we went. Hey wait! I think I just swallowed my gum. At first I thought we had the submarine version of the Kayak but it seemed to stabilize and rise a bit out of the water.
I held in my hand a contraption that appeared to be a propeller to an airplane but was a double paddle used for Kayaking. I think it is actually a torture device according to my shoulders. The only way I was getting wet now was from Bob moving his paddle near me dumping cold river water on me. That’s okay the cool breeze will dry me off Bob.
We took a channel to the right heading south. There were a lot of tributaries leading off mostly to dead ends. There was some water fowl throughout the trip; a couple of fish popped up wondering what was this strange craft invading their solitude.
I saw one eyeing me as I passed by. “You better knock it off”, I said, “I might be back with a fishing pole!” Oh and we mustn’t forget the turtles. There was also a lot of lake-weed and pond scum on the surface that slowed our progress. It started me thinking about having salad for lunch.
Dogman stands about 8 feet tall (about 2.5 meters)
We weren’t down river or was it up the river - no, I had my paddle, so down river too far and we already determined this is a perfect area for a predator with a variety of wildlife for consumption.
We continued on south from wide to narrow channels. I didn’t see any deer or other type of land wildlife the whole time we were our there, that’s probably due to they would have to be swimming before we could see them.
We found more dead ends and drainage channels along the way, plenty of woods on higher ground that the river seemed to have invaded. We came across a couple of sleepy ancient looking willows in the water.
Bob thought this was a good spot for a person to tie up his Kayak and stretch a hammock in the limbs of the mighty willow. Oh, sorry Bob, I thought you meant now! On to the south we continued.
It was kind of hard to get the total lay of the land because a lot was underwater and I didn’t bring any scuba gear. Bob suggested returning in the future when the river is lower and we would more easily get to a landfall to do a little land exploration, I heartily agreed.
The river finally played out and was getting narrow. We didn’t want to ground ourselves. Bob figured we might have made a wrong turn and was in one of the channels that played out early.
Actually we were pretty much where we wanted to be. We reversed direction and back tracked to see where we thought we made a navigational mistake. The further east and north we went we figured out we were okay to begin with.
It had been a couple of hours of fun, sun, wind, and shoulder pain. First unwritten rule: Don’t paddle any further then you are willing to paddle back. We finally returned to our point of origin concluding our little recon.
After a ceremonial kissing of the ground we prepared the Kayak for its mounting on top of Bob’s SUV. During this intensive labor we discussed the possibilities of Dogman living and hunting this area. It is definitely feasible, we will just have to wait and see – more to come.
Ashley, Leonard R.N. The Complete Book of Werewolves. New Jersey: Barricade Books, 2001. Print.
Robbins, Rossell Hope. The Encyclopedia of Witchcraft and Demonology. New York: Bonanza Books, 1981. Print.
Summers, Montague. The Werewolf. New York: University Books, 1966. Print.
Joe Stewart, The Paranormal Nomad.
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