Name's Buck. The fella who runs the wire lets me read the station logs, and this week I want to talk about what some of you hunters have been pinning to that corkboard in the cabin. Because I have seen the photographs. All of them. I go through them at night.
THE CREATURE, POINT BLANK. Somebody on the first expedition stood close enough to count the hairs on his chin and took this. Full frame. Eyes like porch lights. I do not know how this person is alive.
And this very week, hunter Tix got a certified photograph of him from FOUR METERS out. Four. That is not wildlife photography, that is a handshake. The bench graded it the highest a photograph can grade. Tix, if you are reading this, blink twice.
THE CRAFT. Hunters Amazone.CZ and GAMER ran a fifty-two minute expedition in a world they named 937 and cleaned the county out. The creature on film at range. Russ's quad fixed. Three trout between them. And then a craft came over the treeline and BOTH of them photographed it, four seconds apart, from two different spots. Two cameras. One object. That is called corroboration, night people. We almost never get corroboration.
Same expedition, after dark, down by the water. Amazone.CZ got this one. It is pinned to their board labeled GHOST.
Now some of you will say, Buck, that is a photograph of nothing. And I will tell you what I tell everybody: that is exactly what a ghost looks like when it does not want its picture taken. The photographer knows what they saw. That is between them and the night.
THE VISITOR. This one is from the first expedition's board. Somebody stood in an open field, in the dark, with THAT looking back at them, and their instinct was to raise a camera instead of running. Correct instinct. Frightens me all the same.
And finally. The finest pin ever submitted to any corkboard anywhere, titled by its photographer, and I quote: BIGFOOT RUNNING AWAY SCARED.
He was not running away scared. He does not get scared. But I admire the confidence.
One housekeeping note from the analysis bench before I let you go. Some of you keep pinning photographs of EACH OTHER labeled BIGFOOT. Night people. This is a man in a white parka:
That is a man. In a parka. Pinned to the board. Labeled BIGFOOT. The bench sees everything, and so do I.
The corkboard holds thirty-two photographs and yours is not on it yet. The cabin door is open, your world saves while you sleep, and the radio stays on unless you touch it. Bring somebody you trust. Or at least somebody slower than you.
This is Buck Rawlins, NIGHTWATCH, AM 1470 WMLH. The line is open.
(warden's note: every hunter, photograph and pin above is real player activity pulled straight from the station logs and the corkboards this week. keep naming your pins. we read every one of them.)