The fall season had arrived and my
parents decided to go hiking on the flood plains at the edge of the
foothills. To be sure picnic fixings would include me I did a little
whining and it always works. To reach the water required a walk
along an abandoned road through the forest that was closed to vehicle
traffic with two foot high cement well-heads at the entrance. The
road had once led to a natural gas well head and compressor station.
In the opposite direction of the well head a game trail appeared
leading down through the bush to a river. This large flood plane was
made of rocks and my mom was planning to collect some nice ones
although she had not figured on carrying any rocks this distance back
to the truck. That is anyone's guess.
First it was hiking time and we set off
along the flood plain, walked along the river's edge on the rocks. I
went into the bush because those rocks were too hard for my soft
little paws.. One thing we had to watch out for was bears. At that
time of the year they are out in full force. My mom wore bear bells
around her ankles and carried two tin plates to bang together in case
we spotted a bear. My dad should have brought his shotgun just in
case but he said we would e okay, Yeah, right, I thought. My
parents were talking and I was nearby in the bush when I heard a
rustling off to my right in a thick stand of spruce but I had to
investigate this noise. I ambled further into the woods. My parents
and the river were to my left. Then I heard my dad call me and give
his shrill whistle but I wasn't about give up my search. Now all of
a sudden I had he feeling that I was being watched. I tilted my head
upwards, stuck my nose in the air and sniffed in every direction to
see if I could get the scent of something, a faint odor in the wind,
but of what? I wanted quiet so I could listen for any unusual
sounds. Then I stopped dead in my tracks, just 10 feet in front of
me, not one, not two, but three pairs of eyes peering ahead, right at
me, three raccoons, clinging to the birch tree in deep concentration
and looking me over.
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