Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, August 22, 2013 at 09:19 AM.

In lieu of my Patton speech, I told the colonel something really stupid like, “I don’t have any shoes on, you need to go out there and wrestle the bear and take the trash to the dumpster.”

He agreed to do it.

After the colonel got back from the dumpster, it wasn’t two minutes until a terrible fight broke out.  It was a wild animal fight with screeching, hissing and teeth biting into fur.  It didn’t last but a few seconds, but it was serious.  The colonel and I decided it was two bears fighting over who got to eat us.

The headhunter still slept.

Well, then we heard it - the sound of something opening the lid of the Lodge cast iron Dutch Oven.  I asked the colonel, “Was there blueberry stuff left in the Dutch Oven?”  He said, “Yeah.”

By this time we were shining lights out the tent windows, I was flashing pictures with my phone.

It was a raccoon that seemed to be about the size of a 12 year-old boy out there feasting on the wonderful blueberry concoction that tasted a lot like a blueberry muffin.



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