PJSprog
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Wednesday is garbage day where I live. We're on a small farm, with a wooded area just across the road from the end of our "lower" driveway (from the walkout basement side of the house). With the passing of DST, it's now dark by the time I get home from work in the evening. I walked into the house, and was followed shortly after by an electrician friend we'd invited over for some troubleshooting work. After chatting a bit, I remembered that I still needed to bring up the garbage can from the road.
As I headed out the door, I noted that I had already removed my CCW, as I usually do once I get home for the evening. Oh, well. No big deal, right? I'm just walking to the end of the driveway and back. It's not quite 100 yards. No problem.
Did I mention it was dark?
Just as I got near the road, I heard a low growl. I stopped. It stopped. My eyes had started to adjust, and I saw nothing around me, so I continued. The growling started again, and this time I could tell it was coming from the trees across the road. I was mildly regretting my decision at this point. As I reached the trash can, I stomped my foot and clapped my hands as I was using my baritone voice advise the obviously agitated puppy in the darkness that such behavior was unacceptable. The growling stopped, so I closed the lid and started pulling it back up the driveway towards the house. The wheels on the gravel were more than loud enough to obscure any other noises around me. So, there was that. The "not-quite-100-yards" walk back to the gate at the top of the driveway seemed much more like a "not-quite-200-yard" walk. I arrived at the gate sans chew marks.
I told my wife about it after the electrician left. She just shook her head at me and said, "You know there are coyotes over there, dummy."
As I headed out the door, I noted that I had already removed my CCW, as I usually do once I get home for the evening. Oh, well. No big deal, right? I'm just walking to the end of the driveway and back. It's not quite 100 yards. No problem.
Did I mention it was dark?
Just as I got near the road, I heard a low growl. I stopped. It stopped. My eyes had started to adjust, and I saw nothing around me, so I continued. The growling started again, and this time I could tell it was coming from the trees across the road. I was mildly regretting my decision at this point. As I reached the trash can, I stomped my foot and clapped my hands as I was using my baritone voice advise the obviously agitated puppy in the darkness that such behavior was unacceptable. The growling stopped, so I closed the lid and started pulling it back up the driveway towards the house. The wheels on the gravel were more than loud enough to obscure any other noises around me. So, there was that. The "not-quite-100-yards" walk back to the gate at the top of the driveway seemed much more like a "not-quite-200-yard" walk. I arrived at the gate sans chew marks.
I told my wife about it after the electrician left. She just shook her head at me and said, "You know there are coyotes over there, dummy."