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Kill or incapacitate him with a firearm, and the bear will drag him away… Sasha and I’d already read it 100 times and it still made us shake our heads in disbelief. I don’t think any reasonably-minded person would open Dan and Lucy’s hard-copy of guidelines and think it anything more than a manic screed of nonsense, let alone lend it credence. That being said, even the prospect of this craziness coming to fruition while Sasha was here alone made it palatable to temporarily engage this babble with legit sincerity. Plus, developing real-life plans made both of us feel better. I mean we had general protocols we’d discussed for what to do when a black bear, grizzly bear, wolves, bull moose, mountain lion, or pack of coyotes came around, why not this crazy shit as well? I absolutely refused to allow even the suggestion of shooting some guy who ran onto our property trying to escape a bear. First of all, I still wasn’t 100% convinced any of this shit was real. Second, our property is adjacent to a National Forest, with the closest trails only a mile up the mountain from our property; trail systems used by literally tens of thousands of hikers, campers, mountaineers, climbers, horseback riders, wildlife photographers, hunters, anglers and others throughout the season. Furthermore, there are actual grizzly bears and black bears in this area. Thus, there's a real-life possibility, albeit slim, that an actual person could end up getting chased by an actual bear onto our property. I wasn’t going to institute some kill order on strangers getting pursued by predators, that’s just… fuckin insane. I’d taught Sasha to shoot a few different firearms. She was decent with shotguns and pretty good with the. 22 rifle. We agreed that for the rest of the summer, no listening to music while outside so we can hear, and if this ridiculous event actually came to pass when she was outside and home alone, she’d make sure she and the dog were inside the fence, but to leave the dog if it came down to it. Once inside the fence, lock herself inside the house, grab the. 22 rifle, and wait until the bear got the dude. Dan and Lucy came by at least once a week to drop off fresh baked bread or an extra tool they had lying around. As much stress, confusion, and frustration as their narrative of hauntings had brought me, it was undeniable that they were, otherwise, absolutely amazing neighbors. Dan was pretty busy running an active livestock operation with only seasonal help, and I worked a 9-5, but Sasha started joining Lucy on her afternoon walks up our road into the National Forest. They’d bring Dash along as they’d look for mushrooms, birds, flowers, and just talk about life. 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I made it a week into civilian life before I started building a rifle that was as close as possible to the M4 I rucked around Afghanistan. Besides lacking a full-auto rate-of-fire option, it ended up amazingly similar. Same grip, optics, sites, stock, rail, barrel, sling, all that shit. Only real cosmetic difference was how god damn clean this rifle was. It’s crazy how pristine a rifle stays when you’re not living outside in the dusty mountains and using it as a third arm. I turned it over in my hands and felt the old familiar weight. For me, just holding the damn thing is like smelling your grandparents’ house or somethin, just a deep familiarity. I guess it’s my safety blanket. Why not, I thought. I grabbed one of its mags, and walked out to the wheelbarrow and dropped it on top of the tools, even telling it out loud “you need a few scratches, darlin. 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