Yes mate, and to us, all of us.
They think they have won, we shall see.
I was up in the wilds of Wyoming a long time ago, hunting and tracking and it was a good food gathering effort.
While skirting a rock outcrop to get a view of the valley below I was stopped dead in my tracks.
Before me was an old sidecar, russian, old n rusty, and in the chair was a guy in a hunting vest rifle shouldered and he was dead still.
I waited, he fired, then turned and thanked me for my being patient.
His face was well worn with eyes dark but alert and was at my best guess around 60 or so. He had just cross shot a mountain lion out of a tree some 250 to 300 yards away as I saw it drop.
Still somewhat stunned by finding him on the track I was on my jaw hit the dirt as he slid the rifle into its sheath in the chair, grabbed one handlebar and the side of the bike seat and swung up onto the seat.
WTH... No legs. He yelled at me to come see him at his camp back a ways, engaged the reverse gear and backed around the track, and was gone on a cloud of dirt and laughter.
The area after the shot was alerted and gone to ground so I headed to his camp but bugger me, I could see him threading his way up the valley and I watched as he hooked that animal up onto his lap then into the chair.
Off he went again, it took me a good 2 hours to get to his camp.
A cold brew was waiting and after a thank you and a brew I asked what drove him to be doing as he was doing because that to me was astounding.
He sat back s while, spat and said he needed to eat, and that cat had taken his goat the night before.
He then told me I was the first person to not comment on his appearance etc.
He suffered his plight during WW2 and his family had saved to bring home the sidecar.
I asked how he got on the Bike..
” I bloody well drag my ass up there, falled off more times than flint, but I never give up”
Ty for letting me remember that mountain man again, he taught me how to conquer even the most impossible challenges in life.
Respects