We subsequently "relocated" Mossback to the spot in the forefront of the picture & out of his swamp.  HighnDry's humble abode lies just behind MB's:





Jimbo   

...there were rumors of someone or something belting out "Oh Canada"....but these stories cannot be confirmed at this time...

PineKnot, as they say in the Budweiser commercial, "this one's for you."  It should address your previous inquiry from several posts back on this thread concerning supernatural developments in Atikaki Park.

Banshees howled all around us as the epic storm swept through camp on Day Five.  Afterward, staggering from our shelters, we cleaned up as best we could and hurriedly gulped down supper.  A weird sense of expectation and foreboding enveloped us and grew in the eerie post-storm quiet.  The evening felt heavy, seriously troubled in a manner which I can hardly describe.  Marten and Kevin, both avid bird watchers, argued over the strangeness of birdsong... which only THEY could hear.  Fish carcasses deposited on the offshore rock by HighnDry ("bird wars" were our often our evening entertainment) were completely ignored by scores of gulls, eagles, cormorants, ravens and crows that began to fill our skies.  Rather, these fowl - normally hostile and combative with each other - chose to circle above us , behaving more as "birds of a feather" than as competitors for our awful offal.  An odd night, indeed.  I'll never forget that malevolent, endless circling of birds, etched against the palette of vibrant colors that was our evening sky.  Perhaps more disturbing was Mossback, who began speaking in tongues.  The last straw for me was when the other guys started answering him that way.  That was when I knew it was time for me to pack it in and hit the sack.

Rising from my sleepless stupor a short while later, I summoned the courage to open the flap of my tent to look about and confront the strange total silent stillness.  The bizarre camp chatter was gone as were my comrades.  And, those fowl which had so recently fouled and blackened our colorful dusk? There were totally absent, too.  If ever a moment felt pregnant with weirdness, it was that one! Then, suddenly, I heard a dripping of water, as if from a large animal, shaking itself off after a swim in the lake.  There was a distinct shuffling of feet over grit and pebbles at the water's edge.  It was but sheer luck that my phone/camera was in hand (and functional) as I got out of my tent and beheld the aberration!  The emergence of the undead from the depths of Brad Lake!

I was so petrified in my astonishment that I nearly missed the chance to snap this single pic, proof that the coming zombie invasion will originate in the lakes of northern Manitoba. 

Satisfied with this singular bit of photography, I managed to avoid joining this newcomer for dinner (this zombie wasn't particularly fast) and retired to my humble abode to finish my night cap, my reward for having survived this strange day.

So, PineKnot, this is the story you have heard rumors about!  And HERE is my proof:



Jimbo   

pine_knot wrote on Aug 20^th, 2022 at 9:11pm:


Huh,

And here I thought it would be "awful offal" that would grab you.

Hey, you never know. 

Anyway, we survived our ordeal despite the walking undead and, by the next morning, I was able to comprehend what my colleagues were saying, again.  So, if you can deal with an anomaly or two like that, it's not a bad substitute for Quetico in a pinch.  No smallmouth bass, though.  Just big perch.

More pics, soon.  Only that one zombie shot, however... though I've heard rumors that Mossback caught what might have been Sasquatch in the far left top corner of one of his pics.  Some big hairy thing, anyhow.  Need to check with Marten (when he finally decides to leave the woods) to check HIS whereabouts at the time, however.

Later,

Jimbo   

Looks like phlamingo weed...that's some bad stuff.