The north Idaho Kebo Twins have a long standing and honored tradition; Undergo a near death experience every six months. It is kind of a 'purpose check' with the Lord. When we survive the 'adventure' we know that the Lord has more work for us to do. If we don't, well...that answers that question!
I will admit that I was a little apprehensive when the Twins went duck hunting a couple weeks ago...early morning, darkness, water, chestwaders, mud, thick brush, and shotguns. All of the basic ingredients for an 'adventure' and--we were pushing past the six month schedule. Nothing. Surprising. Might of had to do with the 'you can't drink beer in a Federal Wildlife Refuge' law? Ha.
Well Jr. went camping last weekend with some of his buds. Snow in the forecast, tent?-no. Monday morning he comes into the office, can barely walk and bruised all over. Hmm. Something was up.
He let a friend, inexperienced on a 4 wheeler, drive. He was on the back. Down hill slope, speed a 'little' to high, hand brake grabbed...wrong one--the front wheel brake. A classic prelude to a near death experience! 4 wheeler does what it is told to do--Front wheels grab. Back wheels where the power is, keep going! Over it goes. One, the friend, goes flying. The other, Jr., goes over, and under.
Whew...six more months!