No Beaver,how About A Elk
When I was about 10yrs old,my dad took me up to Rattlesnake Creek,on the west side of the Cascade Mnt range,for trout opener. I was working my way up the creek to the next hole and came up to this big old blow down,about 4'dia, I put my rod on the top and crawled over and slid down the other side,right onto the back of a two point Elk, he was getting up, well he took off like a shot and I grabbed his horns,WRONG, the lounder I screamed the faster he would run,he ran for about 30yds and stoped and started to turn in circles, he then LEAPED! forward and I rolled backward clear off his rump. I've told this story many times,to my Grandkids & my buddies,some believed,some didn't,I don't think my Dad and his buddies in camp ever did believe it. Thank about it,could you make up a story like this? Realy its true.
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