The Wild Life #75
I just returned from the Memorial Day weekend spring bear hunt from hell, at the edge of the Kalmiopsis Wilderness in Oregon where for some reason, the temperatures were freakishly in the mid-90’s all weekend. Not only did the blazing sun put a halt to all daytime black bear activity in the area, to add insult to injury, I was bitten by a tick on my last hike out of the canyon on the way back to camp. And since ticks carry Lyme Disease, and infect over 300,000 Americans every year with it, I was in no mood to screw around. It was time for the Buck knife and my jug of heart medicine, and between the two I managed to pull off a little successful field camp surgery until I could return home and get my hands on that tube of Neosporin. Next year I am staying home, and just BBQ’ing some damn hamburgers!