The Bear Hunt with Spanky

by Tristan Ramsay (nine years old)
with Nana Ramsay
12/4/07

My Papa took all the Ramsay boys camping at Hurkey Creek near Idyllwild. Spanky came too. He rode in the truck with Papa and me. He slobbered all over my lap all the way there.
The road was very bumpy and windy. My stomach churned. Spanky was restless and he felt heavy upon my lap. I was anxious to get out. My dad gave Spanky some cheese. Big mistake! Half way up the mountain Spanky ripped a big one! Whewie! Did it smell bad! We rolled our windows down but it was too cold and we quickly closed them.
Soon we were at the camp site. When we first got out we met Uncle John and Uncle Kris. My cousin Jacob had a big stick and he chased me out of the truck with it.
I told him the stick was better used as a walking stick. He said, “Shut up!” Uncle Kris said, “Jaaaaaaccccobbbb!”
Papa set up camp while the boys talked about bears and walked around looking for bear tracks.
Later that day, my dad, Jacob, Spanky, and I decided to investigate the upper stream. We found a path to a mountain ledge near the campsite and waved to Papa down below. We turned around and saw a long trail of bear tracks. We followed the trail into the woods and came upon a dark cave.
Luckily we had our flashlights and we entered the cave. Jacob stumbled on something deep into the cave. We looked down and it was a bear. The bear slowly started waking up and Jacob screamed. Spanky got mad and barked because the bear ate his lunch. The bear stood high but slowly retreated deeper into the cave. And we ran as fast as we could back to the camp site. Spanky did not want to leave. We called him and he finally ran out.

The End