11-25-2020, 09:07 PM
"You alive?"
"If I say no?" his friend replied.
"Guess I'd have to take your word for it..."
The two friends lay at the bottom of a lightly snow-covered ravine. Only moments before
hiking along what they thought was an adequately secure edge. That fifty-foot drop informed
them otherwise.
"Leg's fucked" said John.
"How fucked?" asked Kevin.
"I can see bone."
Kevin knew they weren't walking out of this. His own right leg broken, this could very well be where
it ended for them. He checked for his gun. Empty holster. That hike through the Amazon suddenly didn't
sound so bad. But that wasn't the vacation he chose. The Canadian Yukon just seemed to call for him.
He really wished he hadn't listened.
"You still got your piece?" Kevin asked his friend.
"No, but I can see it."
That fall tossed them both like dirty laundry. It took Kevin's peace-keeper and sent John's flying
a good twenty feet away, landing just beyond what he felt he could crawl to at present.
"Let me catch my breath... see if I can get over to it" said the lesser injured friend.
Movement. Thank God! Someone was nearing this horrific scene. Those footsteps sounded
like the trumpets of angels. They wouldn't die in that ravine after all. Or would they?
"Kevin??"
John was more than a little unsettled by who had just rounded the corner.
"Aren't they supposed to be hibernating??"
Ten yards away, on all fours, roughly a thousand pounds of grizzly bear. Getting choked out or
swallowed by an anaconda didn't sound like such a bad deal now. The chase was afoot.
"It's been real man!" Kevin said.
"That it has." John returned.
"See you on the other side!"
Kevin began crawling manically towards John's thrown firearm and the bear joined in.
They met somewhere in the middle. No gun shots rang out in that valley.
"If I say no?" his friend replied.
"Guess I'd have to take your word for it..."
The two friends lay at the bottom of a lightly snow-covered ravine. Only moments before
hiking along what they thought was an adequately secure edge. That fifty-foot drop informed
them otherwise.
"Leg's fucked" said John.
"How fucked?" asked Kevin.
"I can see bone."
Kevin knew they weren't walking out of this. His own right leg broken, this could very well be where
it ended for them. He checked for his gun. Empty holster. That hike through the Amazon suddenly didn't
sound so bad. But that wasn't the vacation he chose. The Canadian Yukon just seemed to call for him.
He really wished he hadn't listened.
"You still got your piece?" Kevin asked his friend.
"No, but I can see it."
That fall tossed them both like dirty laundry. It took Kevin's peace-keeper and sent John's flying
a good twenty feet away, landing just beyond what he felt he could crawl to at present.
"Let me catch my breath... see if I can get over to it" said the lesser injured friend.
Movement. Thank God! Someone was nearing this horrific scene. Those footsteps sounded
like the trumpets of angels. They wouldn't die in that ravine after all. Or would they?
"Kevin??"
John was more than a little unsettled by who had just rounded the corner.
"Aren't they supposed to be hibernating??"
Ten yards away, on all fours, roughly a thousand pounds of grizzly bear. Getting choked out or
swallowed by an anaconda didn't sound like such a bad deal now. The chase was afoot.
"It's been real man!" Kevin said.
"That it has." John returned.
"See you on the other side!"
Kevin began crawling manically towards John's thrown firearm and the bear joined in.
They met somewhere in the middle. No gun shots rang out in that valley.
