Stupid things...

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We've all done them. Young, invincible, full of vigor-what could go wrong?

Sometime in the 1990's, I took my pregnant wife and 3 year old son camping in Glacier National Park, Montana. We had already seen black bears on the gravel road leading to the campsite. Soooo, after cooking our hamburgers ;), we were sitting at the picnic table when my son pointed and said "Look, Dad!"

I looked up and saw a buck that we and other campers had seen earlier from a distance. The buck was a little standoffish earlier. This time, however, he was walking right up to our campsite.

I moved forward and tossed a piece of lettuce towards it but the buck was not interested. I then put my hand out (palm up), and the buck came to me and nuzzled my hand. I could feel the moisture from its nose!

I looked at my wife and said, "Honey, get the camera and my hatchet!" :D

She didn't bring the hatchet, but took this picture. The deer raised up and stepped back just as she took the picture. Here it is-still in velvet. It was a beautiful buck.

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Sorry about the photo quality. This is a picture taken with a phone of another picture taken with a disposable camera from back in the day. :eek:

I look back on this experience from time to time. I realize the deer had become somewhat tame from park living but it was still a wild animal and could have injured me easily. We were at the northernmost campsite on the west side of Glacier and a long way from any help.

That's not the only stupidity I've displayed. I've done far worse, but I have photo evidence of this. I thank the Lord for His patience with me.
 

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There's not enough room on this forum or time left on my ticker to review all the stupid things I did in my youth - that I survived is amazing. One thing I'm fairly confident of, though, is when I'm sitting in sitting in a nursing home, staring into space with a goofy grin on my face, it won't be that days jello flavor I'm pondering.
 
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"The memories of a man in his old age, are the deeds of a man in his prime". R. Waters
 
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Way too much girl chasing which led to way too much drinking (legal age was 18, as a big kid I was served at 16) Working PT as a bouncer in some of the gin mills of the day.

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