Outhouse Courage |
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| By: Anonymous | |||||
| Photo Credit: Anonymous | |||||
| While camping in the North Cascades, I awoke about 5am one morning and made a beeline for the outhouse. It was still completely dark, except a little moonlight, but I was in a in hurry and managed my way about 100 yards without the help of a flashlight. The door was propped open and no one was around, so I left it that way. No sooner had I sat down, I heard snorting, grunting and branches breaking. Without a doubt, there was a large animal just outside the outhouse door. I was terrified. Now this was a two seater, and the doorway had a privacy corner built into it, so sitting there I could not see outside. So I waited, imagining myself being mauled by a bear, for what must have been 20 minutes. I hoped he could not smell me over the scent of the outhouse. It was so close, I just knew if I made a noise he could walk right in the door and I would die in a miserable bathroom stall. Ok that was it. If I was going to be mauled by a bear, it would happen outside. The noises had faded ever so slightly so I summoned all my courage and peaked out the door. The predawn light was just filtering through the trees. A huge mule dear stood grazing ten feet away. He just looked at me and kept chewing. | |||||
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