barrens on the way to the shore we joked nervously about pineys, the strange, possibly inbred, tribes of people who actually lived out there. somewhere between the trees. that was what we believed anyway. paul evans pedersen, jeweler, musician, author, and proud piney. >> paul: ♪ these pine barren blues ♪ >> anthony: we meet at the disconcertingly friendly lucille's in warren grove for a delicious breakfast. >> paul: the legend of the jersey devil was mother leeds had twelve kids, found herself pregnant with the thirteenth and said, "may this child be a devil." there's many legends that are told about it, but that legend says that when the jersey devil was born it morphed into this creature, flew up the chimney and was gone into the night. other legends say it killed everybody in the room. it's supposed to have the head of a horse, wings of a bat, hoofs, but you have people that say they've seen horns on it. it breathes fire. it's got a real long tail with a triangle on it. >> anthony: i mean, it sounds like my little pony with a fork tail. it doesn't sound frightening to me. >> paul: it's supposed to have