01-31-2013, 05:02 PM
about 4 years ago I was fishing up in Island Park. After fishing the river, I began the 1 mile hike back up to the parking area. Half way up I heard some brush popping and the sound of something running to me. I picked up my 4yr old and turned around to face the biggest black dog I have seen. It growled and there we stood in a stand off with my son in one arm and my ugly stick in the other, I started yelling at it, and beating the ground with my pole. After a few seconds it took off, and I haistily made my way back to my truck. Needless to say I now pack and have a concealed weapons permit. Honestly Im more afraid of 4 drunk guys in a truck than most of the wild life, as I have had more encounters with drunk people...but I dont trust either when Im in the middle of no where.
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