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Published: August 2nd 2006
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The last few days I have been worried about two things: murdering thieves and murdering, thieving bears. Several friends encouraged me to get a gun, and I did consider it, however, I believe that preparing for war manifests war. So instead I will prepare for a damn good adventure.
It’s about time we evolve past man against nature. How about man is nature?
So no, I will not be sleeping with a shotgun in my tent. Unless you are a murdering thief, in which case I have a ready arsenal pointed at my tent zipper and I am not making that chck-chck shotgun loading sound with my mouth just to scare you away.
If you are a murdering thieving bear, the good stuff is locked in the trunk, unless you are craving skin, bones, fleece, and gor-tex.
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Lucia
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Peanut Butter
If you are so unfortunate to be attack by a bear, fall on the ground and play dead. Or take your jar of peanut butter, throw it at him and run for your life.