Friday, March 11, 2011
Bear Scare/Why I Should be in Therapy...
My friend Casey, at All I'm Saying just wrote a post about her "encounter" with Bigfoot. She is, understandably, now terrified of bigfoot.
Her story reminded me of why I'm terrified of bears. Growing up in Garden Valley, bears weren't uncommon. Sometimes we would see them right out our back door. We burned our garbage in a big 50 gal. drum outside our little cabin so sometimes the bears would scavenge for any food that may have been in there.
One day, I had just finished riding my horse home from the valley and had taken her to her pasture about 1/4 mile from our house. I was walking down the little dirt road toward home when I heard some crackling in the brush directly in front of me and between the road and the barbed wire fence that ran next to the road. I had been riding bareback so all I was carrying (thankfully) was my bridle. I suddenly heard the most horrendous sound just 15 feet from where I was, but unfortunately, it was also between me and home. BEAR!
I could have turned and run the other direction, but there wasn't any sign of human life until Centerville, so, even though it went against every ounce of adrenaline coursing through my body, I started running toward the terrifying sound. As I passed the tree where the growling was coming from, I swear my feet grew freaking wings. I had never run so fast.
I got home and ran into the house, heart pounding and terrified more than I had ever been. I may have even been crying - those of you who know me, I don't do that. After being in the safety of home for a few minutes, my brother - who I absolutely adored, walked into the house, laughing hysterically.
He told me how funny it had been to watch me beating cheeks as he had hid behind a tree and sounded like a bear. WTF? I didn't leave home by any means other than a car for months. I was scarred for life.
Many years later, my sister Linda and I were in McCall participating in the Antiques Show at Shore Lodge. It was a beautiful evening after the show had closed and we decided to go for a drive up a dirt logging road just to get out of town. I had to pee and so we stopped and got out of the truck. Crouching with my pants down we suddenly heard a HUGE crashing through the brush within 50 feet of where we were. My first thought - BEAR! I pulled up my pants so fast I peed all over the back of them and we jumped in the truck. We listened for a few more minutes from the safety of the truck but couldn't see what was making the noise.
To this very day, thanks to my wonderful brother, I am STILL terrified of bears. Really, does it get more scarey than this...
So what are you scared to death of and what made you that way?