Episode NotesTwo cousins saw something BIG and furry in the woods, now they have to investigate as the sun begins to set... We know curiosity killed the cat, but what did it do to the WOLF?Wilson Road by Charles CampbellBuy the book at http://valleyboypublications.comWatch Boggy Creek: The Series on Amazon Prime! http://BoggyCreektheSeries.comGet Cool Merchandise http://store.weeklyspookySupport us on Patreon http://patreon.com/IncrediblyHandsomeSupport Weekly Spooky by donating to their Tip Jar: https://tips.pinecast.com/jar/weekly-spookyContact Us/Submit a Storytwitter.com/WeeklySpookyfacebook.com/WeeklySpookyWeeklySpooky@gmail.comMusic by Ray Mattis http://raymattispresents.bandcamp.comProduced by Daniel WilderThis episode sponsored by HenFlix.comFor everything else visit WeeklySpooky.comTranscript:There is nothing like a dirt road in the Deep South. The dust kicked up by your truck when you race up the hill after a long day of hard work. The occasional deer that looks back at you curiously when you round the corner is a sight to behold.There are snakes that slither across the dirt road to get to the other side of the woods. You will see hawks scoping out prey from the trees as you move down the dirt road. There are many surprises when you go up or down an old fashioned, in the woods, authentic dirt road.I should know. I grew up in a big house at the top of the hill of one of these roads. A road that was named after my family – Wilson Road.There is one story above the many that stands above them all. It was late summer and my cousin came running up the road. He was out of breath and it was a night none of us would ever forget.“Danny! You got to come down the hill!” Tanner hollered. He had hishands on his knees as he sucked in air like no tomorrow.“What happened?” Danny asked as he rose from his seat on the backsteps.“I saw something down there. It took off in the woods. Go in the houseand get the shotgun real quick,” Tanner said, finally catching his breath. “Was it a deer? You know we can’t shoot a deer with a shotgun,”Danny said and began to sit back down.“Don’t get back on your ass! Get in the house and grab the shotgun! Itwasn’t any deer. I don’t know what it was exactly, I just caught a flash ofit but it was big and it was an animal.”“You probably just saw a dog,” Danny replied as he turned to open the door. He’d grab the Remington that sat just inside the doorway. What the big house was not low on was shotguns. There were a few Winchesters, a couple of Mossbergs and four Remingtons. Danny grabbed the box of shells and Tanner was waiting for him at the edge of the dirt road.“Come on, I’ll show you where I saw it.”“I ain’t shooting a dog, Tanner, just telling you that now.” “It weren’t no dog! Come on!”Tanner wasn’t a small guy. He was a seventeen year old that hit hisgrowth spurt at thirteen. He was six foot three and still had a little growing left in him. Danny was much smaller in stature by comparison, standing at just five foot six with a slender frame which made it kind of funny that he was the one in charge of the shotgun. Tanner lumbered down the hill like Sasquatch with Danny following close behind.Tanner pointed, “It was down there near the bottom of the hill, off close to the creek bed.”“Alright then,” Danny racked the Remington and stepped off the dirtroad and led the way in front of Tanner. The two of them made their way down to the creek bed and Danny noticed something right off the bat. There was a litany of broken branches lying about. It was as if someone tossed them about haphazardly all over the ground. They were definitelyout of place as the tree line was approximately fifteen yards or so from the edge of the creek bed.“You see anybody dumping their sticks down here?” Danny askedTanner.“No, there ain’t no tire tracks. I don’t know why they’d lug all thesebranches down here by foot; be easier to run them over to the Langleydump,” Tanner answered.“Well, these limbs didn’t magically fly from the trees.