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Join Date: Feb 2012
Location: carbon county, pa
A squirrel saved my life
What started out as a normal day, almost ended in tragedy, but thanks to HPA forums and a squirrel I am here to tell my story.
Every day I wake up, go to Dunkin Donuts, grab a cup of coffee and go in the woods to scout. If I don't have my coffee I will die, but it has to be with cream or else I just can't drink it.
After getting to my parking area, I grabbed my coffee and started walking, the area is a couple of miles back but usually they're a lot of birds back there. Being that it was cold this morning I walked pretty quickly and worked up a good sweat. What usually takes almost an hour to get to took only 30 minutes so I waited in the dark for a good 20 minutes waiting for the first bird to sound off. Just as daylight cracked and a couple of birds gobbled, I took a big sip of coffee and new something was terribly wrong.
In a panic, I ripped the Styrofoam lid off my cup and what I saw sent shivers up my spine. Instead of seeing the light color of coffee with cream I saw a 24 OZ abyss of black. The man put no cream in my coffee.
For most of you this would be know big deal, but I have a caffeine addiction. When I want coffee I have to have it but it has to have cream in it or I can't drink it. Trying to stay calm, but knowing the end was probably close, I got on my hands and knees and decided to say a little prayer to my maker and that's when I saw it. Not 20ft over my head was a squirrel's nest. Having read through 9 pages on HPA about seasons start dates, reasons for vs against etc. one thing stuck in my head. LACTATING SQUIRREL'S.
Since I had scouted this area out I knew where a tree stand is that had climbing sticks to get in it. Moving the sticks to the nest now made it possible for me to reach the nest. As I started climbing the tree I could hear noises in the nest so I knew that my plan just might work.
Reaching in to the nest, it seemed that the squirrel realized I wasn't there to harm her, but that I needed her help. The mother squirrel let me pick her up, carry her down the tree and let me squeeze out about an ounce of milk for my coffee. I carried her up the tree and back to her nest without the little ones even knowing I was there. Sitting on a log after all this happened, now enjoying my coffee I came to the realization that if it wasn't for that squirrel or HPA I probably wouldn't be here right now telling my story.