Pitch black and terrified

Earlier this morning I was reading a creepy story about a man camping and his son camping on a lake for the night.

After a long day of outdoor activities, fishing and eating chow by the campfire the two tuckered campers readily wandered to sleep at sunset.

Then several hours later the man suddenly woke up fear-stricken, with the hair standing tall on the back of his neck.

Something was wrong, but what? He thought.

It was pitch black, the fire was all but dead.

As quickly as he could he threw a hand full of tinder and a small log on remnant embers, the fire perked up.

In the night, he looked over to see his son sitting erect with eyes wide and staring at his dad.

What’s wrong? The concerned son asked his father, who by now was peering blanky into the surrounding bush.

“Nothing. Go into the tent, please.” the dad replied.

They both climbed in.

Assured by his dad the boy slept.

Telling himself there was nothing to fear, the father went back to sleep.

Then not long after the man awoke again, with gripping fear in the pit of his gut.

Something was definitely wrong, but he still didn’t know what it was.

That’s it, it’s time to go! He said to himself.

He woke up the boy from his rest and immediately broke camp, smothered the fire, and quickly threw their belongings in the truck.

Speeding off they found a place to park on the other side of the lake, to spend the rest of the night and sleep, inside the truck this time.

To this day the man says doesn’t know whatever it was out there that sent sheer terror through his blood that night. But something was, out there…

It’s said that when you become prey, you can feel it like the willies inside instinctually.

Some call it their Spidey Senses, or the Eeby Jeebys.

I call it animal instincts.

And it’s the same animal senses we are all equipped with from birth. But it’s exposure and experience that hones these internal antennas making them useful, or not.

And it’s this internal sensory mechanism that leads us to prepare ourselves for when Poo Hits The Blades (PHTB). To plan ahead and be as ready as possible for anything that comes our way.

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Yours true,

“uncle” Abe Yankee



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