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Winds of W Mountain
Johqu Bogart
51 episodes
5 days ago
Well now, welcome, neighbor, to Winds on W Mountain, where tales as old as these hills—and twice as twisted—whisper their way to you, when the mood strikes and the wind's right. We ain't much for schedules; episodes waft in like smoke from a Shatagee Woods Adirondack Mountain campfire, carrying yarns spun by old-timers, tall tales shared by summer folk clutchin' their city ways, and the kind of uncanny musin's that make web-gawkers wonder if we’re history or hysteria. So, pull up a log, pour some milled cider, and let’s see if these winds are breathin' truth or just ghostin’ us all.
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Well now, welcome, neighbor, to Winds on W Mountain, where tales as old as these hills—and twice as twisted—whisper their way to you, when the mood strikes and the wind's right. We ain't much for schedules; episodes waft in like smoke from a Shatagee Woods Adirondack Mountain campfire, carrying yarns spun by old-timers, tall tales shared by summer folk clutchin' their city ways, and the kind of uncanny musin's that make web-gawkers wonder if we’re history or hysteria. So, pull up a log, pour some milled cider, and let’s see if these winds are breathin' truth or just ghostin’ us all.
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Fiction
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Johqu Bogart Presents: Evelyn Nesbit Thaw & the Cooteyville Master of Mimicry
Winds of W Mountain
18 minutes 12 seconds
4 months ago
Johqu Bogart Presents: Evelyn Nesbit Thaw & the Cooteyville Master of Mimicry

đŸ€ đŸŽ™ïž Greetings, fine folk of the Shatagee Woods and beyond, for Johqu Bogart proudly presents: “Evelyn Nesbit Thaw & the Cooteyville Master of Mimicry”—a special “Winds of W Mountain” edition that’ll curl your toes and tickle your funny bone all at once!

In this eerie extravaganza, your trusty narrator Roy Cootey—born ‘neath the pines of East Bellmont and forged in the chapel bellows of St. John’s by the Lake—unleashes uncanny vocal feats: the guttural croak of the Shatagee Woods Wendigo, the whispered prophecy of Evenly Nesbit Thaw’s restless spirit, and the gurgling confession of Chateaugay Lake itself, as if the very water grows sentient under a blood-moon’s glare. You’ll half-suspect the lake’s cryptids are gossiping with him through his lips! đŸ‘»

Woven ‘twixt these spectral yarns lies an electroacoustic tapestry—our own sonic sorcery—where crackling hearth-tones collide with the low moan of Adirondack winds. And lest your courage wane, take heart in our sponsor’s fine Brazen Serpent Wendigo Whiskey đŸ„ƒâ€”aged in mist-shrouded barrels and guaranteed to fire the tongue of even the most timid tavern bard.

So hitch up your boots and steady your nerves: each episode delivers ghostly rumblings, gilded-age scandal, and cryptid capers in equal measure. Subscribe now, lest the next howl you hear at twilight be your own! 🐉🎧


Winds of W Mountain
Well now, welcome, neighbor, to Winds on W Mountain, where tales as old as these hills—and twice as twisted—whisper their way to you, when the mood strikes and the wind's right. We ain't much for schedules; episodes waft in like smoke from a Shatagee Woods Adirondack Mountain campfire, carrying yarns spun by old-timers, tall tales shared by summer folk clutchin' their city ways, and the kind of uncanny musin's that make web-gawkers wonder if we’re history or hysteria. So, pull up a log, pour some milled cider, and let’s see if these winds are breathin' truth or just ghostin’ us all.