The forgotten legend...

It is a long forgotten story. That might or might not have been told by GPT-3.

Some say that it can fly over land and is said to have crashed into a lake, killing 100,000 deer, bobcats, bobcats and other denizens of the beautiful South Lake Union. But I bet you a T-Dog who sees an arrow in its eye doesn't think this is reality. What actually happens in the woods off Lake Superior Mountain now? As I cruise down the hill, I keep seeing dragonflies come flying overhead.

If you get my drift lesson on just how spectacular steppe deer landings are, you might be on to something: The story goes like this: I was headed to the northwest shore of the lake just before the start of the weekend.
We figured it was best to surf the river for a day trip to the lakes and rivers, but suddenly I was seeing a horse with a massive wire whip. I took my wire fishing pole and watched as the giant, wire-like creatures began making its way south along the lake's edge. When I spotted this horse, all I had to do was pull him across the bridge and he would vanish like a ghost.

The creature was now on to me and I could see its eyes glowing blue and moving like dusk to the south horizon. I tried to clear the air for good visibility, but the sun was getting so hot that the view was dim. I decided to follow guide, which wasn't really safe using your cell phone lens. That should give enough of me the ability to find the dog.

But we had to paddle a little further south to get some visibility. The great part of the weekend was spent getting back in the car and driving down the canyon. We made a pit stop in the middle of the lake where we filmed the rest of the climb up the canyon roads.

Two sticks of weed sat almost parallel on a canyon road that was a stone's throw from the river below. With help from a friend, a grizzly had started pull-offs and the bear had dropped to it's knees. A half mile down the trail, Susan came upon this wild goat. When she stood at the edge of a log, she saw the bear, covered in fur, her ears and head.

It looked monstrous now but she could see its eyes glow red as the predator wandered down the log. I saw that, he was sick. What?! A bear! He sputtered at us from a line of cameras, his favorite beater taking in the latest footage... well, I wish no one else was around. The grizzly bear was pummeling Susan and trapping her down yet again. In the chaos below, the bear released Susan and disappeared behind the rope line. I wasn't sure how, but it was able to follow me uphill into the valley but Susan did as she was held captive by the predator I was riding.
At the same time, it released its prey twice, once in the middle of the lake and once even back to my right. I tried to use my phone, but I was on my way back to the forest. I don't even know why I was watching the trail. I was going to try and see if the wolves could take me where I needed to go.

But I caught a bite to some red bear hide and was bitten once in the back. I watched the hawk dart away and headed down the trail the next day. I continued to follow the wolf with a bite to the left ear. It took a few moments to catch my breath and everything was fine. I was saved and lucky not to make it back to the lake.
The rest of the day was spent riding along and documenting the park along with the trail cameras. We made a stop off the path to let Susan know where we were and she excitedly trotted along until she emerged and was back to me in the darkness. The rest of the trail took the form of the trail switchblades, the two pack soldiers and the hawk.

I jumped in, soared over the marked trail and ran up the lakefront to take photos with the hawk. It was around this time that I had the chance to photograph some of the area's most beautiful birds and nature reserves. I ran hard at hiking in the forest and watching the hawk's feathered friends take in the beautiful displays. During one of the rare encounters that I had with bird watchers, I could tell that a pack of rabid birds had roamed the area and before the pack came to their senses, a pack of lions surrounded by two big heads of deer.

Since the deer and the hawk were considered sights best suited for a pack of omnivores, I finally found out that, for my money, they had both been saving the area by turning away the big head birds.
As I walked down the path, I could tell that the hawk was looking for a good place to push food and shelter.