Another story from my very own personal guest poster:
For the last few posts, I have been talking about my family vacations and how I had to be tough to survive them. When I turned twelve, we purchased a tent and a Coleman stove and began traveling. Years later, we moved up to a small travel trailer. Vacations became several days longer and covered many miles.
Until we got the trailer, we had so much gear our trunk wouldn’t hold it all. So the tent was folded into 2 sections that caused the back floor board to all be equal to the center hump. We kids were sitting with our knees up to our chins.
|Once upon a time, the drivetrain of the car left a hump down the center of the car. Even bigger than the ones they have now!|
|Royal Gorge, Colorado--A big deep hole.|
|Grand Tetons (I took this one -- Cynthia)|
Adventures in YellowstoneThe part of our trips I want to talk about today, is my first trip to Yellowstone. I was twelve years old, pimply faced, taller than average, and I felt bigger than I was! I was at an age where I felt that I had to be pretty good at everything that I tried. As with most of us, I failed in some things and was successful in others. It was in Yellowstone, where I found that I was not all that good at photography. However, it wasn’t all my fault. We had this stupid little camera (probably a Kodak). It didn’t have a zoom; in fact it had very little adjustment of any kind.
|Stupid little camera|
At any rate, my first trial at photography was on some elk. They were out in an area that was too far for our camera. So my dad says, “Grab the camera; we will see if we can get closer to them." I am not sure that we were even supposed to walk in these areas, but we tried. We were kind of running and jumping over small steaming streams of water like drunken ninjas in a failing attempt to sneak up on the elk who were neither drunken, blind, nor stupid. The elk began running, so my dad and I jumped on this last little island, and I tried to snap a couple of pictures.
|Small Steaming Streams of Water|
|Hairy butts of elk.|
|Picture NOT taken with a stupid little camera|
But back to the young girl. The mother bear passed by within about 10 feet of her and Billy Bob passed by just a little bit closer. He went about 6 feet and then turned his head and looked over his shoulder. Then he turned around. He walked up behind her. Then he reared up and playfully nipped her on the butt! The girl screamed and looked like The Flash running around and getting into the car!
I have thought about this incident at various times and wondered what communication went on between the mother bear and Billy Bob. I suspect it might have been something like this:
By the way, this should be read with a Southern accent! Why, you might ask. Well in the first place, I have somewhat of a Southern accent, and besides that, anyone or any bear named Billy Bob would have to have a Southern accent. Get real!
But back to the bears, I suspect that the mother bear said, (remember accent), “Billy Bob, why did you bite that nice young girl on the butt?" And Billy Bob said, “I don’t know! It was just sticking out there and it was kind of cute! Ma, I just couldn’t hep myself!" And the mother bear said, “Billy Bob, what am I going to do with you? You are just such a guy!"
From the Hillbilly’s Corner
I've never been to Yellowstone. I hope to go with The Hillbilly someday, but if he wants to chase elk, he's going to have to do it alone. Anyone else ever have any close encounters of the bear kind?