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Here's a little short story I wrote and I would like comments please, good or bad.
Thanks,
Ken
THE ATTACK OF THE KILLER SQUIRREL
The day was like any other day, a day I wanted to hit the river for a little paddling fun. I was looking forward to running a few drops and getting into a nice little play hole. I loaded up my truck and headed to the river with much antisapation. Knowing of the fun that was a head.
There were not many people on the river that day, I guess because it was a Thursday and most folks were at work and I just happen have the day off. A little cold “Couch, Couch” “A sly grin on my face.” I unloaded the gear from truck and checked to make sure everything was there. I loaded up some cold water in a small ice chest and a frozen water bottle I placed in the middle of my boat . As it melted, I would take a drink, always having cold water at hand. I also had a bag of nuts to munch on if I became hungry.
As I was about to place the nuts in my boat when my eye cought sight of the cutest little squirrel I think I have ever seen. So I tossed the little fellow a nut. He begged for another, so I threw him one more and he begged yet for another. I laughed and said “Sorry Pal, but I need the rest to snack on” and I thought no more of it.
I climbed into my boat after doing a few warm up excerises and placed the spray skirt around the outer adge, sealing inside of my boat from water. I paddle out just a bit from shore and did a couple of paddle slaps and a couple of different rolls to just warm up a bit. I practiced making a couple of quick turns and then I was ready to hit the first drop. The first drop being a mild class III, I could tell then it was going to be a fun day.
I paddled on down the river going over a few drops and working a couple of holes when I noticed what looked like the same little squirrel I had thrown the nuts to a couple of hours before. I thought to myself, "that can't be the same squirrel, I'm a good 3 miles from the put in." The little fellow was just a chattin away from the bank. I laughed and continued on, not knowing of the horrors that were about to unfold. As I rounded a rock, there was this same squirrel, but this time he did not seem so cute. He let out a scream, like I have never heard from a squirrel before and all of a sudden "WACK" he hit me in the head with a nut. It startled me so much, I hit a rock and flipped. I rolled back over, looking around and wipping the water from my face. I looked for the squirrel, but he was no where to be found. I thought to myself, "my mind must be playing tricks on me, to much sun I guess."
I paddled on down a bit futher, when again I rounded another rock and "WACK, another nut hit me in the head. This time I stayed up and whipped my boat around looking for the squirrel, but nothing. He was gone. Now at this time I'm starting to wonder if maybe I had lost my marbles, maybe hitting to many rocks with my head while under water. I get my composer and start to paddle again when around the next bend, there he was again, but this time he jumps on me, bitting and tearing at my neck. I'm trying to get him off, but I can't. I know I'm coming up on 15 foot Kayakers Falls and Kayakers Death Hole at the bottom and I need to be able to paddle this boat or I could be hurt from the landing or worst yet, be sucked under and held. But I can't seem to shake him. "My God, what is he trying to do? He is trying to rip my neck apart." I flipped hopping to knock him off, but when I came back up he was still biting and tearing at me. Then came Kayakers Falls and The dreaded Kayakers Death Hole and this monster is still on me. I go over the falls and am sucked into the hole. Fighting for my life I pull my spray skirt and pop up just down the river. I am out of breath and I can barley swim to the bank. The squirrel I thought must have drowned in Kayakers Death Hole and I'm thinking. "Serves him right, the friggin crazy squirrel." As I lie there and I see my boat float pass me; after a bit I gather up the strength to hunt for it.
I find my boat about a mile down the river pulled up on the bank with that crazed squirrel sitting there eating my nuts. Did I go after my boat? Hell no, I let that damn crazy squirrel have it and the nuts.
After that trip, I always waited until the weekend to paddle so that I could go with friends. And no, I never paddled that river again.
If you ever see a little squirrel begging for nuts, Give him the whole bag and run like Hell.
Written By: Ken Scott
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