We were headed up to the high country, for a hike. My daughter, two sons, and a couple extras, were all set for a good work out to explore the Dry Creek "Indian Caves". I had been warned about the rock on that road "sharp as arrow heads", but you know how it is. Anything for a little adventure. All was going well, until I hit a little trench in the road just a little too hard. It wasn't even noticeable at first, but soon I could feel the back end swaying a little. Then swaying a lot! I thought, this can't
be happening to me. Two flat tires at the same time, a long long ways from anywhere, and a whole car full of kids. There was nothing to do but start taking the flats off. In that remote country I was amazed when we heard a vehicle making it's way up the steep grade in our direction. You can't imagine the relief I felt, when the driver stopped to give us a hand. We were still in a jam, cause we only had one spare, and our rescuer had a very small vehicle. I handed my daughter the handgun, knowing she was tough enough to handle the situation. Headed to the nearest gas station (back when gas stations fixed tires) I was floored when he told me his story. It seems that earlier in the morning he'd had a run in with a couple mountain lions! And where do you suppose this confrontation took place? Just shortly past where my kids were! It was too late by then to insist that we go back immedietely. When he'd been confronted by the two cats he'd been bird hunting. One started toward him, so he fired over their heads, to no avail. It came on, as if nothing had happened, while the other one held it's ground.
When we got back the kids were O.K., so I grabbed the camera and went with him to check it out. The look on his face was surprise, when the cat wasn't where he left it. We followed the drag marks down the steep hill about fifty yards before we found it. Whatever dragged it down the hill, had devoured one shoulder while we were gone. I don't know much about shot guns, but the shot pattern on that cougar was awful small.
I didn't tell all the kids the whole story right away, but you should have seen the look on my daughters face when she asked me about the blood on my hand, something I hadn't noticed when I turned the cat over.
I'll see if I can get the photos on the same page as the writing. A couple were taken on a later trip, and yes we had a flat tire that time too.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one's youth. Happy is the man who has a quiver full of them. Ps.127:4,5