"Some folks been pokin' in and outta that old place. Look like holy men to me. 'Cept.. they keep strange company." Ole Del shifts a bit, moving the dampened pelts of what look to be racoons and rabbits from one shoulder to the other. Now having spent a few moments with the woodsmen, the stench of dead animal .. and what seems to be wet dog smell infiltrate your nostrils. Yummy, eh?