I'm not afraid of the dark. Well, I'm a little afraid of the dark. Sometimes you see things that you can't quite explain. Sometimes you see things that appear to be a little strange. Then in the daylight, they are even more strange. Like the tree stump that looks just like a nice deer in the half-light of dawn. Then when the sun comes up, the stump has moved on.
The very first morning that McGee and I hunted in Mouse Harbor we saw something that we weren't quite sure what it was. We were a little bit lost and confused that morning in the dark, and we thought we saw 2 men walking along the far shore. One of them appeared to be carrying a decoy bag, so we assumed that it was other hunters. When it got light, we could clearly see it was a few miles to the nearest land (Sound Point)in that direction. So, being the smarter one of the two, I decided that we had seen ghosts or some sort of strange apparition. That was the logical answer to me.
From that time on, McGee and I referred to that point of land as "Two Men Walking". I did not want to anger the "hant" we had seen that morning in the dark. I did not want those two "men" to come after me. So McGee and I decided that we would hunt on our side of Mouse Harbor and they would, hopefully, stay on their side.
Some time later, I was hunting with Morris Whitfield and I referred to Sound Point as "Two Men Walking". Whit was immediately intrigued with that. He asked me if I had researched the area, and was that an old 'Indian Name' for Sound Point? I told him no. I told him that I had actually seen two hunters walking out to the point one morning in the dark. He told me that was impossible. It was a few miles away and I couldn't have seen anybody that far away in broad daylight, much less in the dark. I told him not to talk so loud when he was discussing that situation. I told him I feared that I had seen a couple of ghosts, probably the poor, ever-wandering souls of a couple of drowned duck hunters. Then I told him I didn't want to talk about it any more.
That night, back at the trailer, he questioned me some more. Being safely back at the camp, I spoke a little more openly about what we had seen. Morris listened intently and decided that we would go out real early the next morning, and perhaps see the ghosts again. I wasn't really comfortable with that, but being a U. S. Marine I couldn't let anyone see my fear.
So the next morning we went out real early. Sure enough I could see the two ghost hunters walking out the point. Morris said he tried real hard, but he couldn't see them. He said when it got light we would go investigate. I decided it was time to face my fears and told him I was ready to go over there and see, once and for all.
Soon as it was good daylight we got in the boat and motored across Mouse Harbor. Remember what I said a little while ago, that some things are even more strange when you finally see them in the daylight. Well, the two men who had walked out the point in the dark were gone. But they had left a sign of their passing. They had carefully carved out several dozen long wooden poles and stuck them in the sand. To me it was a clear sign that something supernatural had occurred out there in the dark of night. Something you try to forget, but the memory lingers on.
The sign of the "Two Men Walking" was there for years, until a hurricane wiped it from the face of the earth. I will always be glad I took that picture. Without photographic evidence I may have started to doubt myself. I wonder if the lost souls of those poor, drowned, duck hunters will ever find peace. I wonder if I will ever see them again. I wonder if someday Mike McGee and I will be the "Two Men Walking".
The very first morning that McGee and I hunted in Mouse Harbor we saw something that we weren't quite sure what it was. We were a little bit lost and confused that morning in the dark, and we thought we saw 2 men walking along the far shore. One of them appeared to be carrying a decoy bag, so we assumed that it was other hunters. When it got light, we could clearly see it was a few miles to the nearest land (Sound Point)in that direction. So, being the smarter one of the two, I decided that we had seen ghosts or some sort of strange apparition. That was the logical answer to me.
From that time on, McGee and I referred to that point of land as "Two Men Walking". I did not want to anger the "hant" we had seen that morning in the dark. I did not want those two "men" to come after me. So McGee and I decided that we would hunt on our side of Mouse Harbor and they would, hopefully, stay on their side.
Some time later, I was hunting with Morris Whitfield and I referred to Sound Point as "Two Men Walking". Whit was immediately intrigued with that. He asked me if I had researched the area, and was that an old 'Indian Name' for Sound Point? I told him no. I told him that I had actually seen two hunters walking out to the point one morning in the dark. He told me that was impossible. It was a few miles away and I couldn't have seen anybody that far away in broad daylight, much less in the dark. I told him not to talk so loud when he was discussing that situation. I told him I feared that I had seen a couple of ghosts, probably the poor, ever-wandering souls of a couple of drowned duck hunters. Then I told him I didn't want to talk about it any more.
That night, back at the trailer, he questioned me some more. Being safely back at the camp, I spoke a little more openly about what we had seen. Morris listened intently and decided that we would go out real early the next morning, and perhaps see the ghosts again. I wasn't really comfortable with that, but being a U. S. Marine I couldn't let anyone see my fear.
So the next morning we went out real early. Sure enough I could see the two ghost hunters walking out the point. Morris said he tried real hard, but he couldn't see them. He said when it got light we would go investigate. I decided it was time to face my fears and told him I was ready to go over there and see, once and for all.
Soon as it was good daylight we got in the boat and motored across Mouse Harbor. Remember what I said a little while ago, that some things are even more strange when you finally see them in the daylight. Well, the two men who had walked out the point in the dark were gone. But they had left a sign of their passing. They had carefully carved out several dozen long wooden poles and stuck them in the sand. To me it was a clear sign that something supernatural had occurred out there in the dark of night. Something you try to forget, but the memory lingers on.
The sign of the "Two Men Walking" was there for years, until a hurricane wiped it from the face of the earth. I will always be glad I took that picture. Without photographic evidence I may have started to doubt myself. I wonder if the lost souls of those poor, drowned, duck hunters will ever find peace. I wonder if I will ever see them again. I wonder if someday Mike McGee and I will be the "Two Men Walking".
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