Yesterday was a long day. Move a bunch of stuff to M's Dome, then eight hours of geiger counters, then I took the trailer over to another neighbor who had a bunch of drainage gravel he wanted to get rid of. Shovel the gravel into the trailer, drive through the wash to the Secret Lair, empty the trailer into the leach ditch. Go home, let the boys out, write a promised piece for The Independent Spirit. (Note the subtlety of that plug?)
So it was sometime after seven, I'd just jacked in a movie and was relaxing with an adult beverage, and the phone rings. It's my neighbor D. "Just occurred to me, Joel. [Our weekender neighbors S&L] are coming up tomorrow evening. Have you checked around their place for signs of that bear?"
Well, no. I hadn't. When did I become the neighborhood bear warden? But it was a pretty good idea, now that it had been raised. I wasn't gonna do it at dusk, though. Come to think of it, they've got a big opening into their crawlspace. I wasn't gonna do it at all, without somebody at my back with a big spotlight. It just so happens that GC Guy bought himself a big spotlight, just the other day.
So this afternoon after geiger counters, GC Guy and I loaded up and drove to S&L's.
Shine your light over to the left...
I put down my rifle, took the spotlight and a handgun, and did the bravest thing I've done in quite a while...
If there'd been a bear in there, S would have owed me a pair of pants.
1 comment:
Sort of reminds me when I was watching you crawl into a rock formation to retrieve some water bottles you had stashed a year earlier. Upon my saying; "Hey Joel, I think these are mountain lion paw prints leading into the cave", you kept crawling ahead saying "here kitty kitty".........
I see you haven't learned your lesson yet.
Send the noobs in first.
Buck.
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