Folks here think it is a feral Chow that bit the asphalt. Rt 4 is a mean road, just like Stephen King would write. Feral critters abound here, a couple cats coming by our place regularly, but looking very normal. Up at the end of the road, I saw a very dead coyote, (as locals call 'em) or grey wolf (canis lupus or Timber wolf) as others call 'em, with jaws that would put a shark to shame. Plenty of opportunity for feraling around, I suppose. When I first heard about it, I thought one of our less affluent people (not that there is anything wrong with antique pickup camper living) went missing, but a look at the pic and I knew in a heartbeat it wasn't him.
I have come across fishers, which are mean looking, but did not scare me much. They like to gobble up cats, too. Too small for this.
Bear with us
This spring, a black huge spectre made lots of racket on our porch at night and first look disclosed a silhouette rivaling the biggest of the bigfoot tales. It stood outside our picture window and the head nearly touched the soffit. I jest? Not.
It was just your five hundred pound (or so) black bear, very pedestrian, very close, about five feet away on the other side of the glass. My wife watched closely, 30-06 in hand and he ambled off. Jumped into the back of the pickup and tore up a bag of garbage, found no donuts and left. (We in Maine all have pickups, I think.)
Nope, that wasn't a monster either, just a plain ole critter, but with a little makeup, it could have fooled most anyone. If tomorrow I can find someone at the Post Office who knows different about the other terror, I will post an update.
Here is the website of our town and a pic of the town hall, too.
8mm
I am relieved that you have a Highway Garage. You aren't ANYBODY unless you have a Highway Garage.
That looks like a cute little town. I have never been to Maine but hope to go there someday. I've only been as far North in the East as Massachusettes.