It's the first time I've ever stayed home by myself at night in our log cabin which is far off the beaten path back in the Blue Ridge Mountains. There are "no" houses close by and the walk to the road is about five miles or more and then it is nothing but a dirt road for miles. I have always had an uneasy feeling, even with my husband hereat night, wondering what we would do if someone tried to break in on us. I've never admitted to my husband I was afraid to stay by myself and that I'd prefer he would go hunting when someone was staying with me. This day they left in the early evening to go hunting for raccoons and I knew it would be dawn before they returned. I usually hustle up and fix them a big breakfast as soon as I hear their trucks coming up to the cabin. There usually are several of his friends wives here with me and I'm not as threatened as being here alone.

They get their dogs loaded in their trucks and I watch as they drive out of sight. Ah, I felt fantastic then and thought how foolish I am for even thinking about being afraid. I did some paintingand then I got caught up in writing on my new book. When I finally come out of my deep imagination built up from my writing and get back to the real world, it is totally black outside. I shiver with fear and I quickly jump up and shut the shades. I'm not prepared for what is about to come my way.

The winds pick up and they are grabbing hold of the shutters, whistling through the logs, and sounds like someone is up stairs panting. I'm standing in the center of the floor scared to death. I hear every noise, I have never heard before, and it sounds like someone is pounding on the back door. My heart feels like it actually has stopped because all I feel is it skip a beat. What am I going to do?

I try to contain my fear and I sit down on the sofa and pull a cover up around my body. All at once I hear something on the front porch. I know I'm not hearing things but I'm to afraid to look out the window to see what it is. I finally get up enough nerve after whatever it is continues to claw at the windows and the door. When I look out, I cannot believe my eyes...there stands a big black bear on his hind legs, he looks to be around nine feet tall. He is doing everything possible to break into the cabin. He's shaking the door and pulling at the shutters. He isn't paying any attention to the wind whatsoever. I'm shaking in fear but I reach into the gun cabinet and pull out a 30-06 Rifle and find the shells.

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