A friend of mine was attacked by a beaver. Now, don’t laugh, it’s true. He told us so himself. We were at the cottage and there were a few of us, outdoor types, sitting around the campfire exchanging bear stories, when he joins in to tell us how he was nearly mauled by this plump rodent. You can imagine our mirth at his little yarn – we all shared a good laugh. He was serious though, and visibly shaken recalling the experience.
This friend is a forestry worker, a consultant. As such, he spends much of his time in the outdoors. He is in the bush through all seasons and in any weather, sunshine, rain and snow. Until the time of the attack, his only worries were the occasional black bear, and the black flies and mosquitoes that torment him each Spring.
He has a dog that accompanies him on his wilderness treks, a Siberian husky that loves the outdoors, the adventure and the exercise. Well, not too long ago as he was busy working in the bush, our friend heard the dog barking nearby. Now huskies are not natural barkers, so he deemed the disturbance worth investigating.
He found the dog facing off with a rather large beaver – the beaver was confidently eyeing the canine. Fearing for the beaver’s well-being, this caring forestry worker called off his well-behaved husky and ordered it to stay at a distance. He was fascinated to see this beaver so far from any water. There was no pond, lake or river in the near vicinity. As he was admiring the pluck of the adventuresome mammal, he was shocked to find himself under attack.
The beaver charged, and our poor friend was quickly back-peddling. The awkward looking attacker darted in with more speed than seemed possible. Our hero dipped and dodged, weaved and wobbled, until he found himself with his back to a tree. The beaver gnashed his large front teeth. It seemed like curtains for our friend, but like a well-written movie, he found a large stick lying by his right hand. Just in the nick of time, he stuck out the broken branch and held the ferocious creature at bay.