Chapter 14

April 30th, 2010

Jenny's Back Home

Since Monday was a cold, rainy day and I closed at 1pm, I decided to drive to The Cabin, to get Jenny from the Adam's Junction's Vet, Dr. Jayson Martin, pay the bill, and get her re-oriented to The Cabin. I arrived early, checked all the windows and doors, unarmed the alarm system, and went inside. Everything was as I left it last week. So I drove to the Vet's office, and brought Jenny back home. She was all over me "like white on rice" when they brought her out from the boarding kennel, and on the ride back to The Cabin.

I had cleaned-out, washed and refilled her litter boxes on the heavy tarp in the 2nd Bedroom, washed her dry/ wet food

and water dishes, and refilled them with her favorite treats. I brought 2 new cases of Iams Dog Food, her favorite — except for filet mignon or prime rib — and fed her well. I carried-in several armloads of splitwood and logs, and lit a nice-sized fire, so she could once again ensconce herself on the Kodiak bearskin, in front of the hearth. I'd already eaten for the day, so I just watched her sleep. She crawled up on my lap, licked my face and curled-up to sleep. I had a 50-yr old Brandy and a Cuban Cigar, and all too soon, had to gently lift her down onto the bearskin, to do some chores. One of which was to go outside with my Kimber .45cal and Remy 11-87 12ga, and check for fresh bear and mountain lion/ cougar tracks.

If there were any, I'd have to accompany Jenny everytime I left her outside to run and play, which I planned to do anyway as SOP. I debated humane traps and moving the wild animals far away, knowing full well they'd find their way back to "their territory". The other less desireable options was to shoot and kill all of them, which I didn't want to do, especially the baby cubs. After 3 tours in Vietnam with 3rd Special Forces/ Green Berets, I'd had enough killing for one lifetime. I thought about poison, fencing-off 43 acres, but those wildlife had as much or more right to this land than I do. I felt bad about shooting that 300lb black bear in the head, with my Beowulf .50cal, when it was attacking Jenny, but I wasn't about to "do a Davey Crockett" on it, with just a knife. I called Lt Ron Thompson, PA State Game & Wildlife Control, for suggestions, and left a voicemail. I'd met him at one of the TownHall Meetings earlier in the year, and he'd call back.

By Now, I had the Remy 11-87 12ga outfitted with a 5-shot "sidesaddle" of sabots/ slugs, a bandoleir of 20 rounds of .00 buck, 7 rounds in the tube and 1 in the chamber (100yds). My Kimber 1911 "Eclipse Target II" (75yds) carries 8 165gr HP or 230gr FMJ rounds in a Galco Fed holster, and I have 3 additional 8-round mags in a Galco Mag Belt Carrier. If I feel the need, the Beowulf .50cal 335gr HP is readily-at-hand (200yds), as is the AR-10 7.62 x 51mm (.308cal) NATO round in 20-round mags (900yds), of which I carry 10 loaded spares. So is the Henry Repeater Lever Action, chambered in .357magnum (250yds), with an accompanying (1974) Colt Trooper MK III chambered in .357 magnum (75yds). Plenty of firepower, if required.

But The Cabin is supposed to get me away from all that, and give me rest. If you've read the previous 6-8 entries about my "Virutal Cabin", it's been anything but restful.

I spent 2-3hrs, until dusk, tracking bear and mountain lion tracks, then went back to turn on The Cabin Floodlights, which are normally hooked-up to the Choice One alarm; though it has a manual switch. I found 3 dens, and flagged them with red tape for Lt Ron Thompsom to check out. I didn't spend much time at any of the three, since my scent could have brought the animals out quickly. I learned to stay *downwind* when tracking humans or animals, in The Nam. Less chance of a surprise for me. Now that I had three active dens located, I again called Lt Ron to let him know my progress. He called back on his cell with 5 minutes, and bet me $500 he could find 3-5 more. I declined, but was grateful he'd made an appointment to meet-up with me later in the week, to locate those. He said that 43 acres would probably contain up to 10 birthing dens, depending upon the wldlife, so it looks like a I have a frigging *zoo* here. I gave-up on the cyanide bombs, opting to try to trap them alive and move them elsewhere. As I said, I've had enough killing for one lifetime.

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