Tag: Wild Animal Attacks

Perceptions of Fear

I’ve always lived in a safe and noisy environment. People are not exactly the definition of friendly, but the place has always been filled with normality. I know it seems that I’m just setting up for this recount but that is just my reality and when something this abnormal and disturbing happened in a regular night in my life, it changed me.

I genuinely believe that is what frightens people, just merely that fact that they cannot guess or comprehend what is occurring in mentally deprived person’s head and the fear of death or injury is just instinctual, something that is programmed into us after birth. It’s the fear of the unknown haunts most people. I make this point as whist this story may not be unforgettably frightening to any reader or listener, the overall personal experience was, well that is where words just fail me.


Always Clean Up Your Mess

Okay to start off my story, I am from Vegas and my family loves to go on an annual camping trip to northen California. We go in the end of April because that is when the campground opens. Usually the whole family goes but since money is tight this year it was just a few of us. Since there was only 2 girls going, me included, I even invited a close friend of mine and brought my dog.

We stayed a few days, with no big events, until the last night. The last night my family started a big campfire and we all drank , ate, and just had a good time. One thing people do while camping is gather up a lot of trash, which of course we did, and we brought garbage bags to dispose of the trash properly. All the previous nights we made sure our camp was clean so no animals would come out, well since we were all drunk and tired we forgot to clean up. Big mistake.


Oscar the Buck

This story takes place a little under eight years ago in the back woods of Wisconsin. I was eight at the time, I was a scrawny girl, no more than 80 pounds at best. Despite my small stature, I was adventurous, forever trying to find something new and interesting. Of course this led me to go with my best friend, who I will call Mae, to go in the 40 or so acres of woods they owned. I was no stranger to forests as my family hunted, leading me to be a huntress. But at the small age of eight, I had yet to pick up a gun, let alone being allowed to carry one around.

The woods that we played in consisted mostly of pine trees, as it was a red pine forest made for logging later on. This led to small sapling trees to sprout up all along the forest floor, creating the perfect cover for pretending to be Warrior Cats, which was our current obsession at the time. Among the small pines, hardy buck-thorn grew, an invasive species that is quite annoying, as it has thorns all within it’s branches. However, what I didn’t know was that these bristly branches very well saved my life.