In today’s final instalment, we learn some of the crafty methods Gregory used to keep himself hidden from sight whilst in the forest for ten+ years.

Whenever people walked down the creek towards my territory, I’d have already put my fire out as a precaution.

I’d have heard them coming a mile off – or smelled their ciggies. They’d usually look around a bit, marvel at the view from the top of the waterfall and inevitably spot one of my bogus tracks on the northern side of the creek.

I’d sit in a hidey-hole on my side and watch them disappear into the bush. After a while I’d see them stop, bewildered that the trail just ended. Sometimes they’d look straight up at the rainforest canopy. I don’t know if they were expecting to see a spaceship or a drop bear but I found it tremendously amusing.

Sometimes, if I was feeling particuarly fiendish, I’d whip up a set of baby tracks for the weekend warriors to puzzle over. These were easy to contruct and they really screwed with people’s minds.

I’d make a fist and gently press it into the sand of the creek bank, leaving what looked like the curl of a human foot, only tiny. Using a finger I’d smudge little toe prints near the top and, with alternate hands, I’d make a trail of minature footprints all the way down to the creek.

Voila! Human baby tracks in the middle of nowhere! Freaky stuff.

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