After two days of being at the beck and call of their women, and providing chauffeur services for dip-netting, the men were antsy to get out on their own. So, we were off for some trout fishing on the Kenai River.
Grampa was prepared with his bear spray (the bears are rampant; there are fresh salmon in 'dem 'dere rivers!)
After about half an hour of slowly working their way upstream, JR was viciously and maliciously attacked. A completely unprovoked attack. A bee/or wasp/or yellow jacket/ or something of that nature. JR is not scared of much, but all little black and yellow insects send him into complete panic. His daughter could be standing in peril on top of a bees nest, and JR would leave her there. He'll admit it. JR knew that he'd been bit/stung, so we came back up to the car to sit for a little bit. There was a forestry person parked right next to us, and she could overhear the tone of our conversation - me asking JR if he is okay? Did he know what bit him? etc. She came over because she maybe he'd been provoked by a suspected wounded bear. Bears do not faze my beloved, but those darn yellow and black things . . . . . !
After about twenty minutes, JR realized he was not well. So, an emergency trip back to town (which was 40 minutes away!) There we learned good news! JR is officially allergic to bees! It's okay, because he had a cutie little nurse administer to him. Then he passed out.
He is now the proud owner of an epie pen!
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