Fighting Predator
Everyone was busy yesterday, but I decided to head up to Ash Canyon for some singletrack anyhow. I knew there would be a bit of a struggle to get to the top of the climb, but little did I know the fight for my life had just begun.
Do you ever get that feeling that you’re being watched while out riding? I had the feeling that someone was watching me, although there was nobody in sight. It was also a bit too quiet. There isn’t that much wildlife out this time of year, but yet it seemed odd.
As I got higher into the trees, the feelings of not being alone intensified. That’s when I heard the snap of branches. Something big was following me, possibly even closing in. I still couldn’t see any other signs of life, so I dismounted the bike, and tried to use all my senses for detection. Yes, there was something definitely nearby.
There was a loud crack as if something had fallen from a tree. Footsteps approached me, yet I could still see nothing. And then silence…
I desperately started looking around, even squinting my eyes.
And then all at once, I felt hot putrid breath on my face. A smell so vile that it almost knocked me down.
Suddenly there was an otherworldly clicking noise, and a shape appeared before me. Although I could see through the shape. Almost like looking through water. I yelled, but could not move.
When my paralyzing fear broke, I grabbed a branch off the ground and started swinging at the shape. I thought I heard laughter. But then my branch hit something solidly, and I heard a gasp. And then a yell of pain and anger. I dropped my branch, jumped on my bike, and rode down the singletrack like I have never done before, not once looking back.
Well that’s my story… Who’s riding today?
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You, my friend, are one of the lucky ones…
I was out yesterday riding in the Virginia Range and if I’d have known predator was down your way I’d have left the m-16 @ home and told Carl Weathers to go ride by himself!
-M
you left out the photo of you rolling around in the mud to make yourself “invisible” to the infrared.
Great post Calvin!
nice story. Didnt some guy just escape from the prison and steal a bike as his escape tool?
Ummm, you know that the Pedator is just a movie, right? I mean, Dude, he’s not real. What? Who’s there? OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD . . .
No worries. He was probably just hunting Aliens since they are now locked in an intergalactic struggle.
I meant no harm…I’m just here to observe.
If you had decided to fight back against the unseen enemy, I hope you would have announced your intent by climbing the nearest tree, nocking an arrow into your homemade bow and screaming “BBLLLEEEAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!” at the top of your lungs…thats what your supposed to do, I think.
holy crap!
“I ain’t got time to bleed.”
“Got time to duck?”
Dude, you need a vacation or something. For the safety of my family, perhaps I should rescind my offer of a place to stay…