The Fence at the Edge of Ponderosa Pines

November 2009. Luna's uncle Clem, a retired game warden, tells her about the last deer he ever tracked—a buck that left no prints in the snow, just a strange fence line that shouldn't have been there, three miles deep in Ponderosa Pines National Forest. Clem was sixty-three, sober four years, and not prone to stories. But that morning he found a trail of blood that smelled like ozone and led to a stretch of barbed wire strung between pines that had been dead for decades. The fence wasn't on any map. It wasn't flagged, posted, or maintained. And behind it, in a clearing where the snow was smooth and undisturbed, something was breathing. This episode is a quiet, slow-burn encounter with the edge of someone else's property—a boundary that was never meant to be crossed. Luna listens, and remembers the way Clem's hands shook when he finished the story. He never hunted again. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GameTrail #PonderosaPines #UncleClem #Fence #DeerHunt #Snow #Ozone #BloodTrail #Boundary #RetiredGameWarden #November #2009 #SlowBurn #Atmospheric #Edge #Solitude Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo