So here's an interesting dream I had last night and, for some reason, I do remember it well...
I was out hunting I think, at least I was dressed/equipped for it. It was a nice day, the sun was out and I was walking on a trail, which was surrounded by open fields and the occasional bush and tree.
There was a story going around that a hunter was killed by a momma bear because he got too close to her cub.
"Okay" I thought,
"I just need to be careful."
So as I walk I come across the remains of that said hunter. It was a skeleton, trampled into the ground, in the middle of the trail. Interestingly enough, his rifle was in top condition....
"Well, damn, it's true" I thought.
Now guess what happened?!
I saw a cub.... coming my way..... dancing, jumping, ready to play. I told the cub to go away but it didn't listen to me. So I look around and from afar I could see momma bear.
"****" I said and went on to get my rifle. Which was conveniently wrapped in a rifle bag, inside my backpack. Fun fact, it was a Weatherby rifle. I could see the diamond on the grip cap as I unwrapped it.
Anyway... I chambered a round with the safety off and had it at the ready, not yet aiming at the threat.
Momma bear came running towards me from the left hand side.... fast. She ran across the trail in front of me, slapped her kid on the back of the head so it started running with her. As she kept running she turned around and said
"I'm sorry!"
At that time I woke up and I think that was a good thing.... I have no clue what that dream was about. But momma bear sure handled her misbehaving kid, which really didn't misbehave, it just came too close to me, like inside my bubble.
Funny/weird (hunting?) dream last night...
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