the next morning the dog and I were headed for the beach to check the dive condition when I guess we got into the elks bubble and they didn't dig it..
We were maybe 50 yards plus away with a river next to us.One of the cows got up reall quick and started walking towards us..I am now walking in reverse giving my dog all the hot commands...Dinner time! get the ball! where's the mouse!...nuthin, she was frozen..the elk came up for a sniff and with a lightning quick front scissor kick, the dog was in the air upside down yelping..while in the air, the elk drove her to the ground with a front down kick..the elk then reared up on it's hind legs, as if preparing for a death blow..I'm thinking "how will I bring the dead dog into camp with a 3 year old, and a nine year old waiting", "How will I dig a hole big enough through this shaley gound with my chicken **** shovel"
not so warm and fuzzy all the sudden!
To my surprise, the dog bared her teeth at the elk during this seemingly last moment!!!the 12 year old Baja bitch still has it!! She spooked the elk and it fell in the river!! The dog went running through the medow like ol' yeller..."yipe yipe yipe yipe" I found her in the bushes and carried her back to camp....unbelievably...she was only limping a bit on the left side..but scared shittless!with a big muddy hoof print on her rib cage.. After a couple of down days, she's fine..no bloody stool, no bloody urine, just a little limp..for the next three days we were on elk alert..I found them grazing on clover in dense fog,20 feet from the camper the second morning..I would go on patrol about once an hour just to make sure we knew where they were..pinned down by thousand pound animals?? Yup..I drank just about a bottle of rum that night, frazzled!
poor quality elk shot:
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