Not far from the Canadian border in northwest Maine lies Big Bog, just west of Fifth St. John Pond.

The bog stretches and winds for miles, broken only by Big Bog Brook, a serpentine waterway once used by the Great Northern Paper Company to sluice logs southward.

In early September, while visiting the bog and the nearby campsite with my friend Mark Cain, we were struck by the solitude and the expansiveness of it all.

Strolling about the campsite, a memorial stone set prominently overlooking the brook caught my eye. Then it dawned on me: ‘Big Bog Brook! This is where those two Maine game wardens mysteriously disappeared in the fall of 1922.’

I had heard the story in bits and pieces a number of times, but when I chose Big Bog Brook as our moose scouting destination, I hadn’t put two and t

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