I was reading my email tonight, and I got a note from my mom with a tracking number from Omaha steaks. I checked it, and the package was delivered today at 4:30. My regular UPS man would have called me, so somebody else must have been driving. That meant my steaks were down at the gate.
It's raining out. Not hard, but drizzling. If I left the food down there overnight, in the morning all that would be left would be the torn up , shredded boxes. If the bears didn't get into the package, the coyotes surely would.
But, driving down the Jeep trail is a really risky venture on a night like this. The trail gets very, very slick. If you go off to the left on the way down the mountain, you hit a cliff or bank. But if you slide right, you go over into a deep ravine with a creek in it.
Even if you get down there, you have to go all the way out to the hard surface road to turn around after dark. There's no space , and the road runs along a real drop off, about forty feet down.
I decided to walk it. My wife did not like this plan, but I was really mad at the UPS guy and tend to make snap decisions when I'm running on high octane.
I took my M1911, stuffed it in my pants pocket, got a good flashlight, and started down the mountain.
The dogs went but they were unenthusiastic and stayed right by me. The rain dripping in the trees meant you really couldn't hear anything around you. I began to wonder if any of the denizens of the forest were there in the thick woods along the trial.
If they were, I wouldn't be able to hear them coming. It also dawned on me that having a full sized M1911 in your front pants pocket would not lend itself to a quick presentation if you got rushed by Ursus in the dark. I doubt I could even have wrestled the thing out of the pocket in time to chamber a round, because the hammer was snagged on the pocket liner.
About half way down, one of the barn cats who had been following along in the dark rushed up from behind and gave me a start. I nearly dropped the light, and that made me think of what would happen if the light went out. There was no illumination out in the woods. None. The sky is overcast so there wasn't even any starlight. It was like being inside a mine shaft.
On the way back up, the dogs decided they were wet enough and ran on back to the house, depriving me of their company. The barn cat got scared, and started trying to wrap himself around my feet. That helped me in staggering up the slope a whole lot.
By the time I got home I figured I'd had at least one heart attack but once I caught my breath it wasn't so bad. Next time this happens, I'll probably wind up doing the same thing but at least there may be some moon light on the next go around.