After a particularly tough week its time to get my head screwed on frontwards and get back to work. There’s nothing that helps this to happen like having good friends over and we’ve had a bunch. And when you have good friends over, the stories start flowing which soon sets the world upright again.
One of the most interesting stories came from an unexpected source, a young mother with a three year old daughter and six year old son and a husband who’s eye’s glaze over when you start talking hunting. So usually I expect the stories to come from him because he has an arsenal full of them, but not this time.
Dawn comes from a very close knit family from the north end of Idaho. I tell you this so you don’t get it wrong when Dawn says she was abused. She took her kids up to visit her folks over the 4th of July weekend and her dad was cutting wood so invited some help out in the woods. This is what is considered abuse. I’m sure we’ve all felt that way one time or another when dads have directed our feet towards work. Anyway dad gave her directions where he was cutting at the end of a certain forest service road and said she could probably hear the power saw from there. So Dawn drives to the end of the road with her car and starts getting things together to go find her dad. When she looks up, here comes a bear out of the bushes. Of course my question was how big was it? I could tell by her answer that there are no such things as small bears in her mind. But she did say when it walked in front of the car a lot of the bear was above the hood. So how far in front of the car was it? The answer was kind of clipped, like what part of RIGHT in front of the car don’t I understand. I understood that, and I now understood it was a rather large bear! Dawn being a rather determined young lady decided to sit there for five minutes till the fear factor subsided and then she would make a wild dash to find her dad. Well the fear factor was still in high gear after five minutes but she had made up her mind so she packed a young’en under each arm and headed down the trail. Then the trail split and she remembered she was to listen for the power saw which she couldn’t hear so the fear factor just jumped into the red zone. No time to flip a coin or make a sane decision so she just took off down one of the trails knowing full well there was a bear behind her and one behind every bush. She lucked out and ran into her dad not to far down that trail. One look at his daughter told him all things weren’t right in her world. I’ve tried to visualize what he saw coming and I’m sure it wasn’t all pretty, a wild eyed daughter with her kids under each arm, racing like there was no tomorrow, it would have been quite the site. I’m sure her dad enjoyed the moment as he was really appreciated about then and probably didn’t hear to much about abuse for the next few hours.
Knowing your fearless husband Dawn, I know he would never got out of the vehicle. Whats it called - bearophobia?? I think he called it wisdom.
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I don’t think I would have ever gotten out of the car.
I know I wouldn’t have gotten out of the car - I would have turned around and left!
I woulda got out of the car, but I think my adrenaline would have been pumping something fierce.
I’m sure dad was a little shocked when she arrived to cut some wood.