Hi guys. A couple of months ago, I won the Dog Pound with my entry on what keeps people motivated to exercise and eat right. (Issue #111) I’m not bragging, I just wanted to relate what happened to my family last weekend while fishing.
You see, my the point that I made in the contest was that even though there are many reasons people workout, for me it was not so much the buff-daddy part of it, but being fit and able for my family - you know, run with my kids, have the strength and energy to maintain my house and yes, be able to kick ass to defend them, if need be. Don’t get me wrong, I am one of the most non-violent people you will ever meet. The problem is not everyone is like me, so it helps to be in good condition.
Back to the story. Me, my wife and two of my three kids were fishing from a river bank in Maryland. We stayed out later than usually and the sun was almost down. Our position on the bank was isolated and a dead-end. We had to leave using the route we came in on. There was no other.
My wife spied a large racoon out of the corner of her eye. She “calmly” ran behind me grabbing the kids on the way. The animal began to rifle through my tackle box, backpack and buckets looking for food. It even chewed on some rags we had for wiping our hands. As we were trapped by a bridge support to our rear the racoon began advancing on us. ( Can you say rabies shots for me?) Fortunately, it didn’t come to that. I threw some sticks at it, but it did not faze it in the least - it kept coming. When it was four feet from me, I picked up a six foot log and swung with considerable force; that was enough to send it five or six feet into the river.
We quickly gathered our stuff and left. The racoon was fortunately not seriously hurt, as it swam off with no hesitation. (I hated hitting it, but my family is more important).
Now many of you are hunters or trappers or just general bad-asses and you think me a wuss or punk or whatever. And I am not saying that this was a super-human or super-brave thing I did. My point is that I was able, physically, to do what needed to be done. I work with many people who could not defend their loved ones if pressed to.
If I was weak or fat and out-of-shape, I would have probably hurt myself or panicked and gotten someone else hurt, including the animal who was really in its own surroundings - we were the real intruders.
I guess what I’m trying to relate is that I stay in shape so I can think calmly in a bad situation, so I can shield my family with confidence and so I can swing that big stick when I have to. Hope you can relate. Peace . . . in the Middle East!!!