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He never bothered year-round residents he didn’t ever light a campfire.

He only went out on excursions at night mostly after midnight. He never left his camp in the winter, so no footprints in the snow.

“Where is your mail sent?” “No mail.” “What address do you put on your tax return?” “No tax returns” “Where are your disability checks sent?” “No checks.” “Where is your vehicle?” “No vehicle.” “Who do you live with?” “No one.” “Where do you live?” “The woods.” This conversation reminded me of the movie, “Miracle on 34th Street" when they asked Kris Kringle who his nearest relatives were and he answered with Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen.Īt first they didn’t believe his story it was too incredible, but as things progressed and he explained all he had done, everything fell into place. After a quarter century of intermittent investigations, including foot searches, flyovers, and fingerprint dusting, conducted by four separate law enforcement agencies, two county sheriff’s departments, the state police, and the game warden service - no one had even figured out the hermit’s name.Ĭhristopher admitted to 40 burglaries a year, over a period of 27 years each one of these was a felony and at the interrogation these were some of the questions they asked: “age?” Christopher Knight was 47 years old. There were rumors of cabin break-ins going on for two decades. Most people in the area of North Pond always suspected that most of the hermit stories were mythical. When Christopher was caught he was 47 years old. Michael Finkel has written the extraordinary story of the last true hermit.

Christopher Knight spent 27 years as a hermit in the Maine woods.