ep038 Terror On Finger River

The Woodland struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the Guardian of the Forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions.

Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. One. One. Ranger work involves many things regarding animals, nature, and people. If one isn't kicking over the traces, the other one is.

But that's what makes being a ranger a good life. Oh, there's not necessarily a lot of work, too. Every year we have to count wildlife herds and flocks, spend days riding the countless trails and fire lanes to keep an eye on things, but not too infrequently we run into something different and unusual. And that's what happens in our story today. Let's call this one Terror

on Finger River. We're in the Finger River country now. The Finger River is called by this name because of the many backwater areas that branch off the river. The Finger River itself runs into the Pacific Ocean, and for several miles in from the sea, it has a mixture of fresh and salt water.

It's a great fishing river because of the numerous fingers that run off the main river and make excellent fishing and also hunting areas. A series of events took place that demanded our activities on the Finger River to begin.

There's the marker, boy! See, Senor Paul? Huh? Trot and line on. Healed a good catch. See it, sure. This is a good place. Okay, drop anchor. Well, I get the sacks ready. Season your. Here's your gloves.

Pablo, begin holding the line now? Yeah. I'll unload the hooks. Are you ready, Signor? Pull it in. Hey. Look at the hook. Only the head is there. Hey. I wonder what scavenger fish is around here.