I find it very doubtful that Tecumseh would engage in a conversation with someone the likes of Mr. Smith, but just in case Mr. Smith decides to start playing rough, I am dropping by to warn Tecumseh that the weasel has been nosing around in our business.
“Ah, Mr. Smith,” Tecumseh snorts. “The man with a stone heart and a snake’s tongue. Yes, we have had the pleasure to meet.”
“So I have been informed,” I say. “What did the snake have to hiss about me and my dealings with the Bigfoot?”
“He asked me about you. Nothing was said about a Bigfoot.”
“I see. And what, may I ask, did he want to know about me?’
This month, FishEye Photography is shining the spotlight on Fairview’s own Richard & Mary Rensberry, owners of QuickTurtle Books. Both Richard & Mary are the authors & illustrators of over 35 books, including Richard’s series entitled “Conversations with Sasquatch”. Richard is currently working on his fourth book in the series.
Originally from the Alpena area, Richard’s interest in Sasquatch started as a young boy while fishing on the bank of the Thunder Bay River, where he spotted a Sasquatch down stream fishing as well. This sparked a life long interest in the elusive and world renowned creature. As Richard said, “You don’t find them, they find you”.
Mary’s background is in education with her teaching skills spanning pre K – high school. She’s taught at charter, public, private, homeschool and parochial school systems, earning her Master’s degree in Instructional Technology in 2005. Mary has recently finished co-authoring a book called “A Genius in Every Child”. Mary is also heavily involved in local volunteer groups that are oriented in community development.
The couple met in 2012 while at a social event that Mary’s son was attending. Her son, who knew Richard, told him that he simply had to meet his mom during her visit from Texas as the two shared similar interests and he thought they’d hit it off. With introductions made, the beginning of a beautiful partnership began to bloom.
The couple relocated back to Fairview in 2016 as they “fell in love” with the dynamics and spiritualness of the area. Richard attributes this to the previous Indian influence that existed as well as the current Amish contribution to the area. They feel the beauty and demeanor of the community suits them perfectly.
The Rensberry’s are a delightful couple with a host of fascinating stories and accomplishments too long to list here. They write, illustrate and publish custom books for charitable groups and local businesses. For more information on their books and where to purchase them, go to their website, http://www.booksmakebooms.com. For Richard’s Sasquatch series, visit http://www.conversationswithsasquatch.com
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I am discovering a few interesting things on the Internet. I have found that I have returned from Cross Over with two sacks of kenaf seeds, and a Google search has led me quite miraculously to a kenaf researcher just down the road in Onaway, Michigan, as well as a state of the art processor of industrial hemp and possibly kenaf in Gladwin, Michigan. This I find very intriguing, because it aligns with the third Sasquatch parchment that I am holding in my hands, it states: Nothing Is By Accident. This is an intriguing truth so easily dismissed by the weak of mind because responsibility for such an all consuming statement is hard to fathom. The parchment picture associated with this concept is an empty circle, or a zero.
I already have an intuitive grasp of this concept. I believe it means full responsibility boils down to zero. In the language of math, it is the equivalent of the denominator that cancels out every numerator by being equal to each other. In other words, taking full responsibility leaves absolutely nothing to which justifications or lies can attach themselves. The remainder is simply the truth. Nothing is by accident.
Onaway, Michigan, is the home of Kenaf Partners USA, a website loaded with information about the valuable Sasquatch kenaf seeds I have brought back from Cross Over. Unbeknownst to me, kenaf has been building a foothold in nearby Onaway for several years. The word Onaway itself is an American Indian term meaning “The Awakening”. I am certain that it is no accident that the hub for disseminating kenaf books, seeds and other information on regenerative agriculture happens to be located in Onaway and right next door to a Sasquatch portal.
The processing center in Gladwin is just icing on the cake. I am perfectly situated in the eye of the “The Awakening”.
I am wrenched from my thoughts by the rumbling sound of Tehcuseh’s motorcycle roaring up the driveway. I drop my research and hustle out the front door to meet him. It has to be something important for my friend to get all bundled-up and venture out on such a bitterly cold day to ride his bike. The temperature is in the mid teens with the first flakes of snow fluttering in the wintery wind.
“What’s up Tecumseh?” I call out over the chugga-chugga of his machine.
He throttles down and removes his gloves and googles. “We’ve got a Mita problem, my friend. Buddy Decker is on the war path. He’s forming up a vigilante posse to go after one of your Sasquatch friends he says busted up his cabin.”
“Buddy Decker?” I raise my arms in confusion.
“Ex-deputy Sheriff from Bay City. Him and his brother bought the old 405 Camp over there abutting Big Creek State land of which you are so fond. Said he saw a Bigfoot hightailing it for the trees when he arrived to open the camp for deer season.”
“I’ll be darned,” I say. “I’ll bet the pot that it’s a Squatch by the name of Demarcus. He was looking for a fight with me before my friend Loquius intervened just prior to my first trip into Cross Over. Demarcus is a rebellious sort, just recently exiled from Cross Over for supposedly kidnapping humans.”
“Now he’s gotten himself a bounty on his head. Decker was in the Party Store in Comins, talking up young Jeff Davies to get his buddies together. Decker wants them to come on out and flush-drive the woods while he and his brother set up in their tree stands along Big Creek with their rifles.”
“Give me a minute to get dressed and collect my gear,” I say. “We’ll head on down there in the truck, no need for the bike. You got your gun?”
“More than one,” Tecumseh admits.
I decide to get my Beretta out of the car and grab my lever action 30-30 rifle. The rifle is light and short, great for navigating through the woods.
“It’d be nice to beat those guys out there,” I say, “but if they happen to be there already, it might even be a good idea to drive up to their camp and volunteer for his posse. That way we can keep an eye on things, kind of mess with the works if need be.”
“You decide,” Tecumseh shrugs, “I’ll have your back either way.”