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| The Mushroom: blurry because my camera lens fogged up from humidity as soon as I opened it! |
We thought we'd tough out the intense humidity, poison ivy (Tom and both the dogs accidentally touched some), mosquitoes, and a lot of mud, so we kind-of made it through baskets 1 & 2. On our way to the 3rd basket (walking down a slippery, muddy path in a thick part of the woods), I stopped to take a picture of a mushroom (I like fungi) while Tom and the puppies got quite a bit farther ahead of me.
Just as I stood back up from taking the picture, a loud gun crack split the air so loudly that it sounded like it was only a few yards from me! I looked down at my clothes to see that I was wearing dark blue shorts and a dark green shirt...not good! I hollered out to Tom to make sure he was okay even as I acknowledged that I had not been shot. He hollered back to see if I was alright and made his way back up the trail to me. He wasn't wearing any bright colors either, and of course our dogs are black and brown. We were in a state park, so we definitely weren't expecting to hear gun shots from what we figured were hunters. Nevertheless, knowing that it wouldn't be the first time a hunter has shot at something before making sure it WASN'T a human, we finally decided that frisbee golf just wasn't in the cards for today!
Thanking the Lord for keeping us safe! :)
(We still had fun together anyway!)
Post-disclaimer: this is not a story to call for anti-gun laws or to say that all hunters are irresponsible (they're not).
