As I sit at the computer typing these words, I am just returned from a foray into Werewolf Country. And if you’re now wondering where, geographically speaking, Werewolf Country is located, just think about it. I’m betting you could figure it out. In recent years, what area of not just the United States but the world has become synonymous with werewolves, at least insofar as people who are fascinated with werewolves are concerned. Maybe the Gevaudon area in France can still lay claim to the title as werewolf capital of the world, though it has been centuries since the infamous Beast of Gevaudon held its reign of terror. As I didn’t travel to France, however, what does that leave? I’ll make it easier for you: I remained within the continental U.S. Got it now? Sure you do. The phrase “Beast of Bray Road” has become as commonplace as “Beast of Gevaudon,” as quick to roll off the tongue, hasn’t it? And the former Beast has been active far more recently than its French cousin, too.
Yes, I have been to Wisconsin, home of the Beast of Bray Road. I can’t say that I experienced a sighting of the Beast myself, I’m afraid, but I had a grand time looking for it. I wanted to buy a steak at a grocery store to take with me to use as bait, but my lovely better half wouldn’t let me. “You won’t need a steak,” she told me. “YOU will be the bait.” I couldn’t argue with her logic. If only I’d been tempting enough to lure the Beast into making an appearance. I had my cell camera all set to record, even if I’d ended up eaten.
Before hitting the highway, I’d spoken with Linda Godfrey, the lady whose name is forever linked with that of the Beast. I’d hoped to be able to meet her in person and conduct an interview, but unfortunately she had prior commitments—although she and I did end up at the same event, the Walworth County Fair, which opened the day I arrived in Elkhorn, Wisconsin, the small town outside which lies Bray Road. As I love me a good fair, and this one is the largest in the State, I couldn’t miss such an opportunity. I know Ms. Godfrey was there, too, as she’d told me this was one of those commitments she had mentioned, but alas I didn’t see her. I did get to eat fair food (polish sausage, an ear of roasted corn, and a caramel apple) and ride the dark ride, so it was still a fruitful outing.
Expect lots of news this week from Wisconsin, aka Werewolf Country. Even if the Beast did fail to show up for his close-up.