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Winds of W Mountain
Johqu Bogart
51 episodes
3 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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Mose Sangamaw's 2-Day Chase
Winds of W Mountain
6 minutes 54 seconds
2 months ago
Mose Sangamaw's 2-Day Chase

🌲🎙️ New from th’ Steamboat Dispatch: Mose Sangamaw's 2-Day Chase 🌲🎙️

Ho, by gar, neighbors—Mose Sangamaw, he give chase two days straight, an’ when that thing come down outta jack pine she measure seven foot tail-swingin’ judgment, ayuh. Weren’t no parish’ner, but a painter' heavy ‘nough bend th’ sled an’ dark ‘nough bend yer mind.

⚠️ Listener Say-So: This here tale she come raw off them ridges above Chazy—dogs bayin’, shots barkin’, an’ tracks what don’t all belong t’ flesh. Ye’ll hear barns rattlin’ nights, lambs lifted clean off, an’ critters wearin’ fur only fer convenience. Keep yer ears open an’ lamp wick trimmed, hey.

This week’s Winds o’ W Mountain brings more’n a hunt—it brung a warnin’. Mose said it plain: beast what bleeds is one thing, but beast what remembers how—that’s another tale t’ chew.

🐾 Hear two days on ridges turn t’ sermon o’ bullets.
🔥 Hear uplands fatten them beasts th’ axe never did quiet.
🌑 Hear th’ hills sing out in th’ old register, even when folks pray fer silence.

Come take yer seat at th’ tavern bench, friends, fer th’ hide salted, th’ tail stretched, an’ th’ cornet band still missin’ its drummer, ho ho.

👉 Git t’ listenin' now—afore next night sets a tail swingin’ in yer own pasture!

#WindsOfWMountain #SteamboatDispatch #ShatageeWoods #AdirondackPanther #MoseSangamore #MoseStGermaine #Mose Sangamaw #MoseSangamo #ChateaugayLake #NorthCountryFolklore #CautionaryTales

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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.