WILLIBET BEAVERS After Janie and I got married, we made a trip home to see Aunt Pearl, Uncle Bud, and my Dad. Aunt Pearl told us about there being some beavers up above Grandmas place and they had dammed Piney Creek at the little gorge where the footbridge crossed to the railroad tracks. After having spent the night and having some of Aunt Pearls famous fluffy biscuits, We set off up the tracks to get a look at the beaver dam...I was excited as a school boy getting his first kiss...The litte boy in me had been awakened by the novelty of seeing beavers on the Piney! About 100 yards down the tracks from the old foot bridge, we heard a loud slapping sound farther up, as if someone had hit the water with a canoe paddle. Soon, we could see the dam spanning the little gorge, about 6 feet high, and made of all manner of tree branches, saplings, and limbs...But, no beavers were in sight. We spent about an hour in hiding behind the rocks that were atop the gorge waiting for the beavers; who were no shows. Finally, discouraged, we went up the tracks as far as the Rock House Hollow and the Cement Button, then came back down the tracks. The view of the great pond formed by the beaver dam was beautiful...It covered the entire valley from the base of the mountain to the railroad embankment. Then once again, when we got to about 100 yards from the dam proper, there was the resounding canoe paddle slap on the water sound SPLAT! All we saw of any beavers was a ripple on the pond slowly coming up its length. Disappointed, we returned to the house...But, we had seen a beaver dam on the Piney...A sight I had never imagined in my life, not even in my boyhood dreams of mountain men and the Yukon wilderness. We sure would have liked to see those WILLIBET BEAVERS.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 11:14:02 +0000
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