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FALL: PREPARING FOR WINTER, Part I

10/19/2017

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​It's that time of the year again when we do our usual Fall things, but there was nothing usual about the bullets coming at me as I hid behind an inadequately-sized tree.

The day started out windy, chill, and overcast, blowing from the north. I needed to pump water to our holding tank, and also walk the waterline to level it. Soon enough I'd need to be draining the line every time I pumped so it wouldn't freeze; it's important that the line is level for it to drain properly. I found that many of the support boards that keep it level had rotted and fallen. We'd have to replace them.

The week before, my dad had replaced the recoil cord on the pump, but even with that helpful accessory, the pump was resistant to starting. After a dozen yanks and two squirts of ether it finally caught and ran smoothly. I noted the time and strolled through the woods toward the beach where I'd wait for thirteen minutes to let the pump fill the tank before I turned it off.
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​I was almost to the beach when I heard nearby shots and bullets strike close to me and I dropped instinctively. Out on the bay a fishing boat had crewmen on deck with guns in their hands aimed toward shore. Apparently they were getting ready for hunting season by sighting their rifles in at the trees around me.

I ducked behind the nearest tree. I didn't dare go on the beach to reveal my presence because with their fingers on the triggers they might think it was a deer and only notice it was a person after they shot me.

My handheld VHF was in my pocket and my dad demanded an answer to his first call. I fumbled for it, realizing that of course they thought the shots were from me. There were still bears around and I never went anywhere without the .44. Not to mention there shouldn't have been anyone else in the area.

In addition, the guys on the boat had just measured off three deliberate shots, apparently unaware that that's a universal signal of distress. My parents had brought all of us kids up to know that, so they would naturally assume I was signaling them. (I later found out that when they heard the first shot my mom grabbed her cane--she has severe knee problems--and started hobbling for the door. I don't know what she thought she could do, but obviously she wasn't going to let the bears have her daughter without some kind of a fight.)

"It's not me," I said into the VHF. "It's some idiots on a boat shooting into the woods."

They continued to shoot, firing off multiple rounds fairly quickly as I remained as still as possible behind the not very big tree. My dad suggested I fire off my gun to let them know I was there, but I didn't think it was a good idea to move that much. I was too close to the beach and they could see the movement and fire at it.

My dad, instead, took one of his rifles and stepped outside to shoot. It had the desired effect. The fishermen were obviously not locals and had no idea people lived in the area and they quickly put their guns away. I remained in the woods just to be safe and turned off the pump when it was time. (Because it was blowing a strong northerly with the pump situated to the south of them, they wouldn't have heard it over the sound of the waves striking their anchored boat.)

I returned home, happily un-perforated but with a serious adrenaline rush.
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​At this time of the year we're also busy stocking up on fuel and propane and especially winter groceries, which means taking advantage of the case sales offered by the store in Thorne Bay. The last time I was in Thorne Bay, one of the cashiers asked me how much it took for us to stock up for winter. I told her, "Not nearly as much as it used to."

When there were seven of us and we had around twenty dogs our fall stock-up amounted to probably a ton of supplies which we'd buy all at once and then have to unload and put away all at once, as well. These days we don't have as much to deal with and we make sure we do it in installments.

Of course the tides never cooperate and this time, as per usual, we wound up hauling the perishables, the produce and the frozen foods up a low tide beach. Happily, the hand truck with the oversized wheels made tackling the mud flats and rocks fairly easy. We left the cases of dry goods in the skiff until the tide came in (covering the boxes with a tarp to protect everything from the predatory ravens and crows) and then hauled the boxes of cans, jars, etc., into the house. They wound up stacked on every available surface, waiting until they could be put away...or eaten.
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​It's also time to work on corralling as many firewood logs for winter as possible. While my parents and I were scoping out the beaches slightly to the north of the village, my cousin Darrell approached us in his skiff with a log right inside it. He and my brother Jamie are both strapping six footers and when they find themselves without lines and logging dogs, they don't hesitate to pull a log out of the water and into their skiff and take it home.

In this case Darrell generously offered his catch to us. While myd ad pounded a logging dog in it, after Darrell rolled it back into the water, my mom chatted with Darrell, asking after his mother, her sister Shirley who used to live in the village with her husband Herb. After catching up on all the news, we went our separate ways and we had one more log to tow home behind us.

There are still many more projects to do to prepare for winter....
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8 Comments
Max
10/19/2017 11:59:40 am

Whoa! When I read your lead paragraph I honestly thought you must have been talking about significant rain... You have enough to worry about out there without foolish shooters. Glad to hear you're safe.

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Tara (ADOW)
10/25/2017 03:07:58 pm

Hi, Max--sorry it's taken me a while to get back to your comment. My signal has been giving me fits. But I'd rather deal with it than being shot at any day. It was nice to go over and pump water again today and not have to dodge bullets! :-)

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Daneel
10/19/2017 12:08:38 pm

I, too, was appalled at the idea that idiots would just blindly fire into the woods where campers, hikers or other innocents might be hidden by the foliage. Hopefully the otters will get them before they hurt someone!

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Tara (ADOW)
10/25/2017 03:09:26 pm

I'm pretty sure I saw otters circling the shooters' boat surreptitiously after I crept through the woods back home. So maybe you're onto something....

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Robin
10/19/2017 12:22:52 pm

If I was still living out there, those fools would have got some gunfire back!
I remember back in the day when people would camp on that beach. I would sneak through the woods with my rifle to check them out and make sure they weren't hostile runaway fugitives from the Law!

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Tara (ADOW)
10/25/2017 03:13:46 pm

I asked Dad if he ever knew you did this and he said, very dryly, "No." So that's how you spent your days after school out in the woods. I always wondered....

I'm thinking of all the people who kayaked through here who have no clue that they were "being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than [theirs]...that as men busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water...."

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Vickie link
10/20/2017 01:54:37 pm

Glad you are safe. I wear an orange vest this time of year when out in the woods. It was lovely to meet Shirley in the UP. She was visiting PJ and stopped in. Love your articles. Keep them coming.

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Tara (ADOW)
10/25/2017 03:16:38 pm

Hi, Vickie--thanks for commenting. I'd love to do a blog post on your visit here with the bear and the roaster. Can you contact me through my blog, clicking on the three horizontal bars at the top on the left? I don't remember as much as you do about your experience and would love some quotes. I've got photos!

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