The "Bear Story."
Wednesday evening, back at the camp after a modest "Day Hike," I was preparing to make my evening campfire....
ZAP!
I got tagged on the left chest by an obviously blind hornet.
The pain was immediate and intense.
I sat down and wondered for the next hour if I was allergic to hornet venom as I have never been hit by one before.
I then made my fire and had dinner.
I keep a plastic grocery bag hanging from my tailgate for trash and I had a full bag of trash I had picked up upon arriving the day before of the idiots who leave their trash. Sheesh!
The fire eventually burns down about 1:00 am and I have put the cooler in the truck and turn in for the night.
Yeah, the sting STILL hurts~ I have a hard time sleeping....
Friends, I usually sleep lightly in the mountains anyway and the pain made it easy...
About 6:30 am I hear the empty soda can and soup can in the trash bag rattle!
I sit up and grab my little flashlight and shine it out of the window of my tent.
The trash bag is swinging but I see nothing near.
I quickly put on my shoes, grab my camera and machete and step out side.
A quick scan of the area, uphill showed me all I needed to see....
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I'm guessing about 30 yards away. Maybe 200 pounds.
Hmm. That's 2 strikes against me already: Outweighed and I have poorer night vision.
SO.....
Let's make some noise.
A LOT OF NOISE!
Like I said,
The Bear lived. And so did I.
Hope All are Enjoying the Weekend!
Best Wishes Always,
Scott