now,
let's go."
"You are a persistent little cub, aren't
you?" he laughed.
"I'll prove that later." she promised with a
giggle and took off ahead of him.
Within a few minutes they were only a few
feet away from the campsite. Sam saw the men around the fire. The
campfire was roaring, sparking at times. He didn't like this. He
wished Lacey would have gone back to the cabin.
With grim determination he marched into their
camp, asking Lacey to hold back out of sight for a while.
"I'm sorry gentlemen, but you are going to
have to put out the fire. This is a restricted area, and we can't
have that large a fire going, too easy for sparks to fly and start
something in these heavily congested woods." Sam said, hoping it
was dissuading them with his stern face and harsh voice.
However, these were not ordinary campers.
These were bikers and they obviously weren't used to having someone
tell them what to do.
One big man came up to Sam and threatened,
"Hey buddy, we were just minding our own business. We ain't
botherin' nobody, what got your panties in a wad?"
Sam didn't back down or away, "Well, I'm the
forest ranger for these parts. And it's my job man. If you want to
camp a couple miles east of here, that would be fine, but not here.
The timber here is drier and apt to catch. For your own safety I'm
warning you. Please put out the fire."
Another heavily tattooed man came up to him,
displaying a mouth full of dirty teeth, "Look, we cain't eat our
fish if we put out the fire, now can we?"
"Ever ate it raw?" Sam asked trying to be a
bit funny. He used any tactic that would work, and with the
different variety of people that camped out these days sometimes
humor was the best medicine
"Raw?" the other big guy studied him. "You
serious?"
"Sure, it's better for you raw."
"You're joking right?" the other one
asked.
"Nope, the Indians might smoke a few, but
mostly they eat them raw. They have the best teeth and skin in the
territory." Sam replied.
"No kiddin'?"
"Try it," Sam suggested. "Here, let me show
you how to do it, right." He took the knife one of them was using
to scale the fish, and took the fist away from the man. In seconds
he skinned it. He pulled the bone out of it in one piece and both
men looked impressed. Then he lifted up the raw fish and after
salting it, ate it.
"I'll be damned. Come on Avis, we got to try
that." The other one laughed.
"Okay, I'm game, and if I like it, I'll put
out the fire, how's that?"
"Deal," Sam said satisfied he'd settled the
problem without a fight.
When Avis copied Sam's actions, he also
pulled out the bone of another fish and then he laid back the meat
and salted it good, then put it in his mouth. For several minutes
he didn't say anything.
"Well….how was it?" the other one asked.
"Not bad, not bad at all."
Sam nodded, "Some like to spice it with
pepper sauce, or lemon, but salt isn't bad."
"Put the fire out, Curly, he's right, we can
eat it raw tonight. Might put a little more hair on your chest."
Avis laughed.
Curly frowned at him. "I don't need no more
hair."
"Aw, don't be such a sissy; we don't need to
burn down the whole forest. I thought we were gonna protest all the
wastin' that happens. This place is pretty. I wouldn't want it to
go up in flames 'cause we gotta have our fish cooked. Besides, he's
right, it ain't bad."
"All right. But tomorrow we camp to the east
like he said and use a fire."
"Deal," Sam nodded. "…you fellas have a nice
evening."
"Yeah, thanks man," they hollered after
him.
When Sam returned to Lacey's side she nearly
laughed, "Wow, I'm impressed. I thought you might have to fight
them to get them to put it out."
"Nah, most folks are pretty nice. If you give
them the chance." Sam said. "Let's get back."
"Yeah, it's getting a little chilly." Lacey
rubbed her hands together.
Sam took his shirt off and draped it over
her, "Here, let's go now, I'll race ya…"
Lacey laughed and followed him. However, Sam
wasn't running that hard, he wasn't about
let's go."
"You are a persistent little cub, aren't
you?" he laughed.
"I'll prove that later." she promised with a
giggle and took off ahead of him.
Within a few minutes they were only a few
feet away from the campsite. Sam saw the men around the fire. The
campfire was roaring, sparking at times. He didn't like this. He
wished Lacey would have gone back to the cabin.
With grim determination he marched into their
camp, asking Lacey to hold back out of sight for a while.
"I'm sorry gentlemen, but you are going to
have to put out the fire. This is a restricted area, and we can't
have that large a fire going, too easy for sparks to fly and start
something in these heavily congested woods." Sam said, hoping it
was dissuading them with his stern face and harsh voice.
However, these were not ordinary campers.
These were bikers and they obviously weren't used to having someone
tell them what to do.
One big man came up to Sam and threatened,
"Hey buddy, we were just minding our own business. We ain't
botherin' nobody, what got your panties in a wad?"
Sam didn't back down or away, "Well, I'm the
forest ranger for these parts. And it's my job man. If you want to
camp a couple miles east of here, that would be fine, but not here.
The timber here is drier and apt to catch. For your own safety I'm
warning you. Please put out the fire."
Another heavily tattooed man came up to him,
displaying a mouth full of dirty teeth, "Look, we cain't eat our
fish if we put out the fire, now can we?"
"Ever ate it raw?" Sam asked trying to be a
bit funny. He used any tactic that would work, and with the
different variety of people that camped out these days sometimes
humor was the best medicine
"Raw?" the other big guy studied him. "You
serious?"
"Sure, it's better for you raw."
"You're joking right?" the other one
asked.
"Nope, the Indians might smoke a few, but
mostly they eat them raw. They have the best teeth and skin in the
territory." Sam replied.
"No kiddin'?"
"Try it," Sam suggested. "Here, let me show
you how to do it, right." He took the knife one of them was using
to scale the fish, and took the fist away from the man. In seconds
he skinned it. He pulled the bone out of it in one piece and both
men looked impressed. Then he lifted up the raw fish and after
salting it, ate it.
"I'll be damned. Come on Avis, we got to try
that." The other one laughed.
"Okay, I'm game, and if I like it, I'll put
out the fire, how's that?"
"Deal," Sam said satisfied he'd settled the
problem without a fight.
When Avis copied Sam's actions, he also
pulled out the bone of another fish and then he laid back the meat
and salted it good, then put it in his mouth. For several minutes
he didn't say anything.
"Well….how was it?" the other one asked.
"Not bad, not bad at all."
Sam nodded, "Some like to spice it with
pepper sauce, or lemon, but salt isn't bad."
"Put the fire out, Curly, he's right, we can
eat it raw tonight. Might put a little more hair on your chest."
Avis laughed.
Curly frowned at him. "I don't need no more
hair."
"Aw, don't be such a sissy; we don't need to
burn down the whole forest. I thought we were gonna protest all the
wastin' that happens. This place is pretty. I wouldn't want it to
go up in flames 'cause we gotta have our fish cooked. Besides, he's
right, it ain't bad."
"All right. But tomorrow we camp to the east
like he said and use a fire."
"Deal," Sam nodded. "…you fellas have a nice
evening."
"Yeah, thanks man," they hollered after
him.
When Sam returned to Lacey's side she nearly
laughed, "Wow, I'm impressed. I thought you might have to fight
them to get them to put it out."
"Nah, most folks are pretty nice. If you give
them the chance." Sam said. "Let's get back."
"Yeah, it's getting a little chilly." Lacey
rubbed her hands together.
Sam took his shirt off and draped it over
her, "Here, let's go now, I'll race ya…"
Lacey laughed and followed him. However, Sam
wasn't running that hard, he wasn't about
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