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Originally from upstate NY, and moved to FL for job opportunities. I am a network engineer by trade. I enjoy gaming, and am trying to get back into it. Its tough to sit at a computer when you spend more then eight hours a day on one. However this is my weekend escape. Cheers!
A bit of history-Hulda The WItch
Wash­ing­ton Irv­ing warned in The Leg­end of Sleepy Hol­low that Sleepy Hol­low was be­witched by a “high Ger­man” doc­tor. Ac­cord­ing to lo­cal leg­end, this doc­tor, Hulda, was also a witch and was first seen in Sleepy Hol­low in 1770. The min­is­ter of The Old Dutch Church quickly pro­nounced her a witch and urged the Sleepy Hol­low towns­peo­ple not to as­so­ci­ate with her. De­spite this, she healed the sick by leav­ing bas­kets (that she, like many witches, had wo­ven her­self) filled with heal­ing herbs at their doorstep. Peo­ple were grate­ful and left her gifts at the door of her own hut at Spook Rock. Iso­lated from the towns­peo­ple so­cially, she sur­vived by trad­ing with the Na­tive Amer­i­cans. She died in a bat­tle fight­ing the British in the Rev­o­lu­tion­ary War, and her body was found in the woods (in what is now-called Rock­e­feller Pre­serve). Ac­cord­ing to leg­end, sol­diers orig­i­nally planned to leave her body there to de­com­pose but changed their minds and took her to Spook Rock. There they found a Bible and some gold that was willed to the wid­ows of the sol­diers who fought in the Rev­o­lu­tion. Ul­ti­mately Hulda was buried in an un­marked grave at the north side of The Old Dutch Church.
A bit of history- The Catskill Witch
When the Dutch gave the name of Katzbergs to the mountains west of the Hudson, by reason of the wild-cats and panthers that ranged there, they obliterated the beautiful Indian Ontiora, “mountains of the sky.” In one tradition of the red men these hills were bones of a monster that fed on human beings until the Great Spirit turned it into stone as it was floundering toward the ocean to bathe. The two lakes near the summit were its eyes. These peaks were the home of an Indian witch, who adjusted the weather for the Hudson Valley with the certainty of a signal service bureau. It was she who let out the day and night in blessed alternation, holding back the one when the other was at large, for fear of conflict. Old moons she cut into stars as soon as she had hung new ones in the sky, and she was often seen perched on Round Top and North Mountain, spinning clouds and flinging them to the winds.

Woe betide the valley residents if they showed irreverence, for then the clouds were black and heavy, and through them she poured floods of rain and launched the lightnings, causing disastrous freshets in the streams and blasting the wigwams of the mockers. In a frolic humor she would take the form of a bear or deer and lead the Indian hunters anything but a merry dance, exposing them to tire and peril, and vanishing or assuming some terrible shape when they had overtaken her. Sometimes she would lead them to the cloves and would leap into the air with a mocking “Ho, ho!” just as they stopped with a shudder at the brink of an abyss.

Garden Rock was a spot where she was often found, and at its foot a lake once spread. This was held in such awe that an Indian would never wittingly pursue his quarry there; but once a hunter lost his way and emerged from the forest at the edge of the pond. Seeing a number of gourds in crotches of the trees he took one, but fearing the spirit he turned to leave so quickly that he stumbled and it fell. As it broke, a spring welled from it in such volume that the unhappy man was gulfed in its waters, swept to the edge of Kaaterskill clove and dashed on the rocks two hundred and sixty feet below. Nor did the water ever cease to run, and in these times the stream born of the witch’s revenge is known as Catskill Creek.
A bit of history-Big Indian
Once a Munsee Native American man named Winneesook (the name means "snowfall") lived near Marbletown, New York; because of his height of about seven feet, he was also called Big Indian. He was in love with a local woman, Gertrude Molyneux, who eventually loved him as well; because her parents opposed the match, they arranged a marriage with one Joseph Bundy. Disliking Bundy, Gertrude eloped with Winneesook into the wilderness. Some years later, a party of people searching for a missing cow was led by Bundy; still seeking revenge, he accused "that big Indian" of stealing the cow. When they finally found Winneesook, Bundy shot him with his rifle and injured him severely; after being left alone, Winneesook crawled to a pine tree where Gertrude found him later dying. After Winneesook's death and burial, Gertrude and her children moved to the site; the hamlet of Big Indian later developed at that location. Local lore holds that the pine tree stood until the railroad through Big Indian was built in the 1880s.