On a recent canoe trip I was leading, the group asked a remote cottager in a run down shack/cottage if he knew of any good sites on the lake. He introduced himself as a retired man from the southern sates. As conversation progressed, it became quickly apparent to us that he was also the creepiest man ever.
With an apparent guise of being caring, he began asking bizarre questions, trying to get one of us in his boat so he could show us the site he had in mind, wanting to inspect our equipment, and wanting to know about our abilities to communicate with the outside world.
Since we could not pleasantly break off the conversation, we paddled away, only to observe him get in his boat to follow us.
Eventually we shook him by telling him we were going to stay on a particular “site” for the night and agreeing to go fishing with him. While he went to get his “fishing stuff” we paddled our faces off and got away.
The LIT's decided that the man reminded them of Herbert the Pervert from Family Guy. I would say I agree.
With an apparent guise of being caring, he began asking bizarre questions, trying to get one of us in his boat so he could show us the site he had in mind, wanting to inspect our equipment, and wanting to know about our abilities to communicate with the outside world.
Since we could not pleasantly break off the conversation, we paddled away, only to observe him get in his boat to follow us.
Eventually we shook him by telling him we were going to stay on a particular “site” for the night and agreeing to go fishing with him. While he went to get his “fishing stuff” we paddled our faces off and got away.
The LIT's decided that the man reminded them of Herbert the Pervert from Family Guy. I would say I agree.
-C.D. Clements
