Up on Copper River

   Around eighty years ago, up on the Copper River north of Kokhanok, a story is told of a hairy man's back.  Not the kind of hairy back you beg your husband to shave, but the kind that belongs to a hairy man, running for the cover of the woods.  He was spotted just after stealing an old cowboy hat off the porch of a cabin, and as he ran, one arm pumped beside him, while the other clung to the hat atop his head.
    In years since, down on the Branch River, unrelated stories have been told by unrelated people, of a hairy man that wore a cowboy hat. Legend? Coincidence?

 If the hat's gone missin', the hairy man took it fishin' ~Unknown