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Calls It How He Eats It

“This is the life,” Woodruff said.

“We needed this,” Bob replied.

“No doubt,” Woodruff agreed.

Woodruff reached into a small Styrofoam cup and pulled out a muddy, wriggly, worm.  He quickly expanded a fish rod and caught hold of the hook dangling off the end of the line.  With the hook in one hand and the worm in the other, Woodruff sought to join the two by force.

“That’s barbaric,” Bob said.

“It’s nature,” Woodruff argued.

“Nature?” Bob said.  “So, hooks are the natural predators of worms?”

“Fish prey on worms, I’m just the middle-man,” Woodruff said.

“It’d be more natural if you ate the worms and left the fish alone,” Bob said.

“Fishing goes back to the dawn of human history,” Woodruff said.  “There are cave paintings depicting fishing, and archeologists have found stone age fish hooks made of bone.”

“Yeah, barbaric.”

“You’re just mad because you can’t bait a hook.”

“Could too!”

“Uh huh, sure you could Grandma knits-a-lot.”

“How dare you!” Bob exclaimed.  With crotchet hooks in hand, he swiveled on the boulder to turn away from Woodruff, carefully balancing the balls of yarn in his lap.  Bob rapidly weaved red and blue yarn together with sterling silver crotchet hooks, purposefully blocking his work from Woodruff’s view.

When Woodruff had properly baited his hook, he stood up on top of the massive rock and held the pole over his head and behind him.  He surveyed the body of water and looked for a calm spot between their shoreline and the banks of the not-so-distant island in front of them.

“I choose to use my hooks to create not to kill,” Bob said, holding up a long sock shaped creation.  “I’m making this for you, worm murderer.  Maybe it could warm your cold heart.”

Woodruff lowered the pole and pivoted to look at Bob, who had already turned his attentions back to his project.

“You’re making me a heart cozy?”

“It was going to be an oven mitt, but that was before you forsook the sanctity of life.”

“The sanctity of life?”

“Hashtag worm lives matter, Woodruff, worm lives matter.”

“You’re being very dramatic.”

“Woodruff the wormslayer!”

“When I said I wanted to go fishing, what did you think was going to happen?” Woodruff asked.

“I thought you were going to catch them with your bare hands like a gentleman,” Bob said.

“And then what?” Woodruff asked.  “Don’t fish lives matter?”

“You’re going to kill the fish too?!” Bob shouted.

“I’m not going to eat a live fish.”

“You’re going to eat them?!”

“What else would I do with them?”

“I don’t know, return them to the water with a light taunting for getting caught.”

Woodruff stared down at Bob with his mouth agape.  The rod in his hand wobbled from the movement of the worm on the end of the line.  The moment past with only the sound of a gust of wind between them.

“I need to know that you know where food comes from,” Woodruff said.

“I’m not a child,” Bob replied.  “I know where you carnivores turn for sustenance.  That’s why I gave up fish and chicken and lamb, oh, and hot dogs.  Gross.”

“You had a hamburger last night,” Woodruff said.  “What do you think that was made from?”


“And where does beef come from?”

“Uh, the store, obviously.”

“Before the store.”

“Beef farms?”

“Bob, beef comes from cows.”


“Beef, hamburgers, steak, it comes from cows.”

“Then why don’t we call it cow?” Bob asked, incredulously.

Woodruff put down his fishing rod and rubbed his forehead with both hands.  He drew in a deep breath and watched Bob stare off at the shimmering waters.  Bob’s head slowly tilted to the side and his lips began to quiver slightly.

“An orange is an orange, an apple is an apple, lettuce is lettuce, chicken is chicken, and beef is cow?” Bob muttered.

From the look on Bob’s face, he was clearly grappling with the new reality.  Woodruff picked up a canteen in a camouflage pouch and walked over to Bob.  Crouching down he unscrewed the lid and offered it to his befuddled friend.  Bob took the canteen and mindlessly drank from it.  Swallowing the cool refreshing liquid, he pulled the canteen away from his mouth and looked at it suspiciously.

“Water is from water, right?” Bob asked.

“Yes, water is from water,” Woodruff said.  “Bob, are you going to be okay?”

“What other food doesn’t go by its animal name?”

“That’s not important right now, you need time to process this.”

“That’s exactly what you said to me when I asked if Vincent died in the LOST finale,” Bob accused.  “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing,” Woodruff said.

“Woodruff,” Bob demanded.

Woodruff drew in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, “Bacon.”

“No.  No.”

“Bacon, Bob.”

“But, but bacon comes from pork.”

“Why do you think the pig on Looney Tunes is named Porky.”

“No…no.  It’s can’t be!  That’s not true!  That’s impossible!”

“Search your feelings.  You know it to be true.”



Four hours later Bob was still hunched over the boulder in the fetal position, with Woodruff fishing quietly by his side.


“Yeah Bob.”

“Is there a turg or a wild pirkey out there that we get turkey bacon from?”

“I think it’s just turkey that’s made to look like bacon.”

“That’s awful.”

“No argument here.”

Bob sat up and wiped at the tear stains on his cheeks.  Woodruff set his pole down softly and turned to face his friend.

“You all right?” Woodruff asked.

“I don’t know,” Bob said.  “You know, you think you are a certain kind of person, but then you have to look yourself in the mirror and tell that person that you love bacon and you don’t care who it hurts.  It’s hard.”

“I know, amigo, I know.”

“We were supposed to come out here and chillax, disconnect, take a break, get off the grid.”

“We did, we’re off the grid,” Woodruff said.  “We’ve disconnected.  We’re out in nature.  Look.”

Woodruff gesture out at the beautiful vista, a lake surrounded by evergreens with a wooded island near the center.

“What else out there have I been eating?” Bob said, glumly.

“Honestly, none of the animals you eat were ever in the wild,” Woodruff said.  “They were most likely raised on farms to be slaughtered for food.”

Bob burst into tears and threw himself back on top of the boulder, “I’m a monster.”

“You’re not a monster.”

Woodruff’s fishing pole shot off the rocky shore and went skipping across the top of the water.


Bob sat up and they both watched the rod dancing in the wake of a fleeing fish.  The wake turned parallel to the shoreline as it approached the island.  In a flash, a giant hairy blur exploded from behind the cover the trees and ripped the fish from the water.  With wide-eyed wonder, Woodruff and Bob watched the towering creature retreat, back through the trees with fish in hand, dragging the fishing pole behind it.

“Did you see that?” Woodruff asked.

“I sure did,” Bob replied.

“Was that…?”


“A Yeti.”

“A Bigfoot.”

“Break is over,” Woodruff said.

“Things just got real,” Bob said.

“You know where we’re going.”

“The island.”

“Most definitely.”

Bob collected his balls of yarn and Woodruff picked up his tackle box.  With their supplies tucked underneath their arms they looked across the lake toward the island.

“Hey, Woodruff?”

“Yeah Bob.”

“You wanna get something to eat before we head to Bigfoot Island?”

“What’re you in the mood for?”

“I could go for a PLT.”

“A PLT?”

“A Pig, Lettuce, and Tomato Sandwich.”

“Sounds hamtastic.”

“Don’t be insensitive, Woodruff.”

“I’m sirloin, um, sorry, I’m sorry.”

Woodruff grinned wryly and Bob shook his head.

“We have a Sasquatch across the way, but you’re the real monster.”

An evening with Aaron

I was thrilled to get to speak with the Southeast Region Library’s Mystery Discussion group about The Land of Look Behind. I attempted to stream the event on Facebook Live with a few hiccups but here is the video from our discussion. Thank you again to all who came and watch online.


The following is an excerpt from the journal of Lieutenant Benjamin Jarvis, a British soldier in the mid-seventeenth century. These events, and those that will follow, lead directly to The Land of Look Behind; available everywhere February 9, 2016.

I am met with deep disappointment as my desire to leave has, for the meantime, been extinguished. The ship carrying the prisoners left this morning. I have instead been assigned under the command of Colonel West. Our objection is to round up the remaining outliers, farmers mostly, and see that they leave the island at once.

As soon as we have completed this mission and when this tour is over I intend to put in for a transfer to the colonies in the north and be done with the sea and this treacherous island combat for good. We have lost many of our numbers to fever, disease and consumption. Places like these are not fit for civilized man. In my humble opinion they ought to be left to wild ferocious animals who infest the hills and valleys. To those with the desire to inhabit this unwelcoming wilderness I say more power to them.

Entry I – Enter the Caribbean
Entry II – Caguay Bay Landing
Entry III – Spanish Town Prison
Entry IV – Night Raiders

Sneak Peak – The Land of Look Behind

Sneak Peak: The Land of Look Behind

Three hundred years ago, a soldier named Jarvis journeyed deep into Jamaica and discovered a land of myth, treasure, and danger. Now Gideon, who served in Jamaica as a missionary, returns armed with Jarvis’s journal to follow the enigmatic clues with his best friend. But they quickly discover there are forces who would kill to keep the treasure secret. Travel into Jamaica’s treacherous cockpit country in this spine-tingling thriller.

Land of Look Behind back cover

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Night Raiders

The following is an excerpt from the journal of Lieutenant Benjamin Jarvis, a British soldier in the mid-seventeenth century. These events, and those that will follow, lead directly to The Land of Look Behind; available everywhere February 9, 2016.

Andrew is dead. He never got off the ships, never set foot on this island, never drew a breath of the fresh ocean breeze. He died in his bed. Words cannot express the unspeakable sadness I feel. I would not have come this far without his companionship. He was a boon to my soul and I looked to him for strength beyond my own.

I have not even had the time to properly grieve his passing as we were set upon by the cowardice mountain rebels the eve I received word of Andrew’s death. Like thieves in the night they descended on the town while we slept. So swift was their attack that the night watchmen failed to raise a proper alarm. They burned the officer’s quarters and the estate where many of the soldiers slept. The commotion roused me from my sleep and through the window I could see the town ablaze. We labored through the night to extinguish the flames and with our forces occupied those bandits made off with much of our supplies and animals.

I curse the very winds that carried us to this wretched place and would give anything to be free of it. Many of the prisoners will be put on a ship for the nearest Spanish port tomorrow, I pray that I be sent to oversee their deportation and put these nightmarish days behind me.

Entry I – Enter the Caribbean
Entry II – Caguay Bay Landing
Entry III – Spanish Town Prison

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When Gideon discovers a mysterious drawing tucked in an old journal he returns to his mission area in Jamaica with dreams of finding a legendary treasure. Some would kill to keep the treasure secret. This thrilling adventure takes you deep into Jamaica’s treacherous cockpit country and back in time for a spine-tingling mystery you won’t be able to put down.

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Spanish Town Prison

The following is an excerpt from the journal of Lieutenant Benjamin Jarvis, a British soldier in the mid-seventeenth century. These events, and those that will follow, lead directly to The Land of Look Behind; available everywhere February 9, 2016.

Twelfth of June

   Despite the formal terms of surrender, and the exodus of most of the populous, there is a contingent that is determined to resist us. They have armed their Negroes and hide in the mountains like vagabonds. We have managed to subdue and capture a good number of them and are holding them here in Santiago de la Vega, which the men have begun to call Spanish Town. A stately manner near the town center was designated as a detention center. I have been assigned to keep watch over these rabble rousers.

  Actually there are a few who have been quite orderly and cooperative even though they did not leave with the rest of the noncombatants. Chavez, an elderly servant from the house of de Proenza, speaks English quite well and has begun to teach me Spanish. It is a way to fill the long nights when most of the prisoners are sleeping. This evening Chavez taught me to say El burro sabe mas que tu, which I believe means dumber than a donkey.

   I have not heard a report of Andrew in some time. I have no way of knowing if he is still on the ships or if he has been dispatched to a combat unit. I fear the worst.

Entry I – Enter The Caribbean

Entry II – Caguay Bay Landing

Caguay Bay landing

The following is an excerpt from the journal of Lieutenant Benjamin Jarvis, a British soldier in the mid-seventeenth century.  These events, and those that will follow, lead directly to The Land of Look Behind; available everywhere February 9, 2016.

Twentieth of May

   Much has transpired yet it seems as if I only just set foot on the shores of this magnificent island. Our flotilla rounded a sandy barrier and made our way through the shallow bay waters.  The vessel that carried our company ran aground twice before we reached dry land.  We were fired on immediately but the enemy retreated when their position was flanked and overrun by our numbers.

   At Admiral Penn’s command we marched northwest to Santiago de la Vega.  We occupied the town and Colonel Venables soon joined us there to negotiate terms of surrender.

   We have met with shockingly little resistance and many of the inhabitants have already fled the island, it is almost as if they were keen to be rid of it.  The most excitement thus far has come from a wild boar who charged through our encampment just before dawn and startled a good many rugged and battle tested men.  It took several of us to bring it down and the skirmish was not without causality, Lieutenant Pryor’s dress shirt was dragged through the mud and pierced by its crooked horn.  Aside from the early morning entertainment and exercise the beast made a wonder meal come supper time.

   Andrew stayed aboard the Swiftsure with the rest of the sick and wounded and has missed all of the action, or lack there of, which I am sure to hold over him as long as he lives.  I miss his company and will be glad when he rejoins our ranks.  His humor will be a welcome addition to our revelry as we have won this swift and decisive victory for King and country.

Entry I – Enter the Caribbean

Enter The Caribbean

The following is an excerpt from the journal of Lieutenant Benjamin Jarvis, a British soldier in the mid-seventeenth century. These events, and those that will follow, lead directly to The Land of Look Behind; available everywhere February 9, 2016.

Ninth of May

    It has been nearly a fortnight since our failure to capture Hispaniola. Many of the men, including myself, wished to sail for England but Admiral Penn is determined not to return in defeat. From Santo Domingo we fought a contrary wind and headed due south. Owing to our losses I was at first relieved to board the Swiftsure and put our embarrassment behind us, however, I must admit I will be glad when we make landfall, even if it means another engagement.

    I have been little more than a nursemaid to Andrew during our voyage. A fever befell him and he has laid below deck day and night in an awful state of confusion. Last night, at last, his fever broke and this morning he seemed much improved. I secured some rations for him and took my leave to get above deck, as I longed for the sun and fresh air. One does not realize how the soul craves light until it is withdrawn.

    We were told our destination is the island of Jamaica and this evening that isle’s distance shores were spotted. Preparations are underway for an invasion. The Spanish forces of Jamaica are reportedly vastly inferior to those we encountered at Santo Domingo. Our objective is to take the Spaniards by surprise and secure a victory for the crown.

Entry II – Caguay Bay landing

The Land of Look Behind


The Land of Look Behind
Aaron Blaylock

SymbolThe Land of Look Behind follows two men, separated by over three hundred years, as they seek to return to a cave marked with a mysterious symbol in the depths of the treacherous cockpit country of Jamaica.

Lieutenant Benjamin Jarvis is a British soldier, in the seventeenth century, in the midst of a conflict with a Spanish militia for control of the island.

Gideon Goodwin is a recently returned missionary who discovers a symbol, which he recognizes, tucked within the pages of Jarvis’ journal.

These men must brave the perilous but beautiful island wilderness and enlist the help of friends, both old and new, in their quest for the cave.  Along the way they encounter dark forces set to protect the treasure within.

Join Gideon and Jarvis on the adventure of a lifetime as they journey to The Land of Look Behind.

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Title: The Land of Look Behind Paperback
Author: Aaron Blaylock
Paperback: 320 pages
Publisher: Cedar Fort, Inc.
ISBN-13: 9781462117956
Release date: 02/09/2016
Price: $18.99