I love my dogs as my greatest backcountry compliment of them all - as important as shelter, food or water. I think I’ll adopt this movie event as officially PW endorsed.
In Appalachia they get confused as ‘haints’ or otherworldly creatures roaming the dark woods. Hearing this, you can probably understand why. They make a downright spooky sound in the dark, Appalachian backwoods!
We need Alfred Hitchcock to come back and do a movie about this.
In all seriousness, I’m glad both people are ok.
Have you ever been attacked by an unlikely animal? I almost got into a fist fight with a white-tailed deer once. My grandpappy’s hens always tried to kill me when grandma would send me to the henhouse to collect eggs. I’ve had a few feisty run-ins with geese. On another occasion, a shrew about the size of my pinky toe didn’t like me camping near her burrow and she was going at me pretty heavy.
