for a film today about Beaver Zombies I didn't
realize how desperate one can get for entertainment.
Don't get me wrong I was kind of fascinated by
the clip and watched it a couple times . Of course
the fact that the film revolves around a group of
scantly clad young ladies In most every scene did
help sell it for me. What can I say I'm a guy, an
old guy, but still a guy non the less. lol So back
to real life. I can relate to a fear of beavers looking
back on a couple of incidents in my life. looking
back it was 1977. I just purchased a brand new
Jeep CJ 5 and couldn't wait to put it through the paces.
I ran the strip pits most of one Saturday just getting
the feel for it . Little hill climbs here and there , a
couple of creek crossings. Nothing to severe, just
having fun. Evening found me on top of an old
strip mine In the Six Mile Run area of Egypt Valley.
This land is now a state wildlife area but at the time
It was an out of the way place to party, do drugs,
abandon stolen cars, you name it. It also had some
very old strip ponds on it that were loaded with Bass.
I was on my way out as the sun set and it started to
get dark but decided to stop and fish one last pond.
Let me set the stage.. It's getting dark , I'm in a place
I really don't want to be in after dark, alone in the
dead silence of the evening. I toss a topwater lure
to the back of a cove on this pond and start to twitch
it out trying to tease a bass into thinking it is dinner.
Concentrating ever so much on making the perfect
motions I notice a small wake following my lure.
I speed my retrieve to entice the bass to hit but just
as it gets near me a forty five pound beaver flips over
by my lure and slaps it's tail on the water with a
slapping noise that would mimic a airplane crashing
into the lake in front of me. Well let me tell you ,
that day I was carrying a .22 cal revolver that holds
nine shells as I always did when I fished in those
places. I promise you that before that beavers tail
was done slapping I had seven empty chambers in
that pistol ! and the only reason I didn't fire the last
two was I was saving them in case it chased me to
the Jeep ! Needless to say I never stayed late in
those pits again.
One other time while fishing a lake at another club
where I was once a member I was sneaking around a
steep shoreline trying to be a quiet as I could when I
noticed a trail of sorts right beside my left foot and
heading up the bank behind me. My brain must have
been in low gear that day because just as I put two and
two together this huge beaver came sliding down that
trail in the mud, hit my left foot and If I'm not mistaken
my rear hit the mud at the exact same time as the beaver
hit the water. Nary time to get off a shot this time. Just
put on clean pants take a couple Budweiser nerve pills and
head home empty handed
So as you can see I have reasons for maybe wanting to
watch people maybe get revenge on those zombie beavers.
But I still think the scantly clad gals are a better selling
point.
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