Morewood;
Good afternoon to you sir, I trust you're getting just the right amount of moisture in your section of California and you're all well.
For sure and certain we've slept in the truck, sometimes in the cab and sometimes in the box with a canopy on it.
One time my good wife and I were camping in a scenic spot in the Manitoba bush called "Boggy Creek" and an old fashioned prairie thunderstorm along with several inches of rain caused a river to form in our tent. We slept the remainder of a very humid night in the cab of our '80 Toyota with the windows rolled up tight because of the abundance of mosquitos.
The upcoming story however took place on the top of the mountain on the left of the photo.
It was an opening day of mulie buck season in the middle of the week and I'd booked it off and my good wife didn't so I decided to head up after work, sleep in the back of the pickup and be at the secret/sacred spot we'd seen a couple bucks hanging out during pre-season spotting.
When I pulled into the little hollow in the Ponderosa pines it was still, quiet and I had it all to myself. After a bit of a snack, I crawled into my mummy bag in the back of the truck with my 3 D cell Maglite on one side of me and the BBR '06 on the other side and drifted off to sleep dreaming of bigger bucks than we'd seen spotting.
Imagine if you will, being awakened by the truck being violently shaken, the big Maglite bouncing off my head as it rolled around in the truck box to add to the confusion.
Somehow in the pitch black I found the flashlight, grabbed the '06 and shined the light out the canopy window, prepared to do battle with whatever black bear was rocking the truck......
What to my wondering eyes should appear but an entire herd of Herefords had moved into the little hollow with me and one of them decided the bush guard on the Toyota was the perfect scratching post!
Bush guard on Toyota - in Haida Gwaii around the same timeframe with my only Sitka Blacktail.
When I beat on the canopy window and yelled at the cow, casting aspersions on her lineage, etc., she just blinked a few times, finished scratching for at least another minute and then shuffled off.
Then the snow started Morewood and no, I had not planned for or was dressed for snow....
I want to say I got a nice fat 2 point next morning just at the edge of the snowline so a few hundred feet below the camping spot.
Thanks for the thread that twigged the memories and for reading them.
All the best in the upcoming week.
Dwayne