Karma
- John Sikita
- Jan 19, 2020
- 1 min read
“You’re not taking Scout?” were my wife’s words as I walked out of the house two days ago. I didn’t think much of it then, but now as I hike through the pitch-black mountain lion country the only thought in my head is, “I’m never leaving my wolf dog at home again.” I arrive back at my camp convinced I was stalked by a mountain lion, or a bear, or maybe sasquatch himself. The truth of the matter is, that it was Karma for not telling that hunter that the big horn sheep he had been trying to find for 3 days were in plain sight on the ridge above him. Or, just maybe, that’s why the mountain lion decided I probably didn’t taste very good.
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