I guess I was kind of vague.Here is the story.Me and my wife about ten years ago were walking up an old cycle trail that follow tulpehocken creek upstream from about a quarter mile above hawkins bridge.There are some islands up there that I used to renegade camp on and I wanted to show my wife the area since she was never a renegade.
We parked along the road that parallels friendship hawkins road and my vehicle was within sight of that road since the two are still very close together at that point.It was early march,the water was high and the cycle trail was a stream with rime ice all along it.We started up the trail(this trail is pretty much gone now)and after 100 yards there is a small cedar swamp with a creek you can just about step over that drains into the tulpe.
There is or was an old pallet here to help those of shorter stride.We crossed said crik and proceeded to the island and the bog behind it and the old beaver dam at the top of the medders on tulpe.I remember it was a sunny cold day and as we chilled on the island I was warm on the sun side and froze from the cold breeze on my backside.After maybe a half hour we decided to head back to the truck.As we approached the crik again (I was dressed in camo which was standard year round clothing for me,I don't hunt but I don't like to look like a neon sign either,after all I am a renegade)I was talking fairly loudly since I wasn't renegading at the moment and as I approached the crik I seen two rangers dressed in their forest green britches and coats standing on the other side of the crik.One was my height and skinny and the other was maybe 6,1 and 210lbs.
The big guy at once started interrogating me as to what I was doing back here.I told him taking a walk.he asked me if I was hunting and I spread my hands out and said not without a gun or bow (I was tending towards smartass since I don't like being treated like a renegade when I'm being a good boy)
He said where did you go,I said back to the island,he said where is that,I said about ten minutes back this trail.He siad have you seen any sign of hunters.I said yes there is a new stand back there built between two trees,do you want me to show it to you? Now the stand had pissed me off anyway since this was after all MY ISLAND and driving nails into trees on state land is definitely renegade activity that I don't engage in or care for.So this big guy dressed in his work day best with his little shiny black shoes proceeeded to follow me down what I know will soon be a very nasty trail
Skinny staid with Momma as I gave her a departing grin and I was off!
I kept the pace pretty lively.I didn't want him to have time to feel for the sides of the trail to stay out of the water and ice.In short order I had him slopped above the knee and I fear this was the end of his shiny shoes.He fell twice and eventually was wet to one hip
.We eventually made it to the stand along the edge of a very hairy bog.I have wiggled down into the mud of this bog to my chest and never hit bottom.
I told him we went on to the island and asked if he wanted to cross the bog(You could have went around the bog easily enough but I wasn't done having fun with him yet.Unfortunately I think he started to figure my game out and said he wished to return to Skinny.Now it should have been obvious to him that i was not aware of his presence until I came around the bend in the trail so I had no time to ditch a gun.He was being what I call a peckerhead so I just showed him I understood that game as well.
Later on Momma was talking to a friend who upon hearing the story said he new said Ranger(Big Guy) and he told the Ranger he knew me and that I said we had fun together.Big Guy called me some choice names and said he was not amused.Never did like a peckerhead.