Massachusetts Fox Mystery  LbNA # 23879

OwnerThe 2 Fat Cats    
Placed DateJul 19 2006
Location???, MA
Found By ???
Last Found Jun 15 2014
Hike Distance?

Massachusetts Fox Mystery

This letterbox is an homage to Lonemass Wolf's Massachusetts Wolf Mystery. This has been my favorite letterbox so far. If you have not attempted this one yet, I highly suggest it. If you have conquered this box (CPA Scott, et. al) you will have a rough idea of where to begin. Thanks Lonemass Wolf, I hope you like this.

Grey Fox bent down to drink from the pond where the three rivers met. Suddenly, he was disturbed by the cry of Old Wolf. Startled, he looked up towards old Goat Hill and to the rock where Old Wolf stood lookout over the valley. What could that old fool be crying about this time? he thought to himself. Then he saw it. Torches! The humans must have been after that wolf again, but they were far below his lookout and they were coming this way. Knowing that Old Wolf was very smart and cunning, he surmised that the humans did not find him. He also knew that they would not leave without a kill. That is what happened to Bobcat many years ago.
The fox headed to the hill west of the town. I'll be damned if they'll kill me! he thought. Reaching the high point of the hill and keeping the river on his right, he found his mate waiting there for him. The humans were on their way, he told her. Thinking it would be better if they split up he ran towards the two gravel paths on his left. Should he go to the lower one or the upper one? He remembered that Bobcat had always said that the safest route was the low path. Remembering what happened to Bobcat, he decided that the upper path must be safer. You cross the river, he shouted to her, I'll leave my mark along the way so we can meet up again! And with that, they divided.
He ran down the path until his feet ached. He stopped briefly as the path started to bend to the left. At a crag in a large rock on the right, near some moss, he left his mark. He wanted to stop and rest, but he knew what would happen if the humans caught him. He had seen it before. He could not bear to think about having his coat stripped off of him like they did to Bobcat. Nor did he want to think about losing his soul when his coat was ripped from him, and not being able to go to the happy hunting ground, but rather spending eternity in Purgatory like old Bobcat. Poor old Bobcat, spending eternity in that soulless place, seated amongst the rocks in the place where the dark one gives his sermon. Grey Fox shuddered at the thought.
Pushing it out of his mind, he continued up the path at great speed. He knew that the path went off to the right just up ahead. As the trail bent to the right, it went deeper into the forest. Passing some small pines on his left, he suddenly realized where he was. I will be coming up on Brown Bear's land soon, he thought to himself. I must find a place to hide quickly! You see, Brown Bear and Grey Fox had been enemies since the time Grey Fox was young. He would always sneak into Brown Bear's territory and steal food. Brown Bear swore that if he ever caught Grey Fox, he would kill him with one blow. The only thing that ever kept that from happening was Bobcat. Bobcat was old and wise and the leader of all the animals in the forest. But now he was gone and Grey Fox was on his own.
Passing a small swamp on his left, Grey Fox noticed a trail on his left marked by an hollow log. He dashed down the trail until it split. He chose the path with the fallen tree and passed under it. It led him to an open field. With only one tree in the middle of the field, Grey Fox decided this was not a good hiding place. He left his mark at the tree behind a large stone and went back out to the main path and headed in the same direction as before.
Just after a small swamp on his right, Grey Fox saw the stone walls. He took the left path near where two of the walls met. When the paths split, he stayed to his right close to the stone wall. Where a large pine grew on the other side of the wall, he stopped to hide under some pine needles. This was the boundary line for Brown Bear's land. Grey Fox knew that if the humans passed by him, they would be on Brown Bear's land, and Brown Bear did not like company. He only hoped that his mate was okay.
Grey Fox hid quietly as the men came by, and when he knew it was safe, he returned to the trail and went back the way he came. It was time to check on his mate.