Blaine and I have been invited to go to Nordegg with a couple of friends of ours this coming weekend to go camping. Sounds like fun right? One problem its in Bear Country. Bears are next on my list of phobias trailing very closly behind trips to the dentist. I am a firm beleiver in facing your fears head on and dealing with them in this case I wanted a little bit of extra insurance if or when I had to face this fear. I went to Canadian tire to look at camping supplys when what to my wandering eyes should appear but a nice shiny gun display. O.K I said to myself what better insurance than a gun to scare M.r Bear away. Why not it can't be that hard to handle a gun I've watched all the Lethal weapon Movies and Mel Gibson makes it look pretty easy. Needless to say my hopes were crushed when the condescending little punk behind the counter informed not only do I have to have a fire arms license to own a gun but I have to take a course and pass a test. He tried to sell me bear maise. I don't know if you are with me on this but the thought of standing in front of a bear saying excuse me can you stand still while I spray you in the face does not appeal to me. As for the hope that Mr Walker would protect me in the event that a bear wanders in to our campsite fat chance. I say this with love and I do mean that he runs away screaming when he so much as hears a bee buzzing by and although he would deny it I'm pretty sure he pushed me into the path of a bee once to protect himself. I will have to seriously think about this before I commit to camping.
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