I've been away standing in cold water, not catching trout, and thinking of murder.
I went to scary-part-of-the-world where you'd have to think about approaching a cabin if your car broke down. You might know these sort of places.
Instead of a "no trespassing or "no soliciting" or even just a "posted" sign stapled to a tree, there's a hand lettered pine slab nailed to the tree using six penny nails saying "go away" in red paint.
When you see this by a two-track drive entrance which leads straight up to a cabin with a deer blind in the front yard, you wonder.
Nevertheless, I had a blast and made lots of notes on stories.
I also read a book on the forensic anthropology facility at the University of Tennessee. Fascinating stuff.
So, back to the grindstone. More stories, more mayhem.
More bodies - some in the woods.
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