The Defender, LaClair Bowie
(This is a fictional senario, but it could happen...Be Prepared )
It was late October, in Iron County in Michigans western upper peninsula. The sun
had set long ago and I didn't get out of my treestand until it was pretty dark. I started
my long trek back to the truck, my longbow carried at my side as I walked, the bow
quiver that was attached to the bow held four razor sharp broadheads and a hex blunt.
The hunt this afternoon had been pretty uneventful, except for a doe with twin fawns,
a grouse and a porcupine. The four hour set had been relaxing but unproductive.
It was a very dark night. As my dad use to say, "as black as the inside of Toby's hat"
My small "Nebo" flashlight powered by 1 AA battery was attached to the brim
of my cap by the clip on the light. The small beam of light was enough to see the trail
in front of me but it was ink black to my sides.
As I walked I was wishing it wasn't so far back to the truck. I had help from a couple
of the younger guys in camp when we packed in my ladder stand, and I knew if I was
lucky enough to take a deer back in there I'd have to have help again getting it out.
The trail I was walking out on had become pretty packed down from the many trips in
and out to the stand. Over time most of the sticks and twigs had been cleared off the
path so my footsteps hardly made a sound as I moved over the ground.
Suddenly I heard something behind me...a rustle...something, that raised my hackles.
I unzipped my heavy CarrHart vest so that the bowie knife that was riding in it's sheath
under my arm was more accessible. Then before I could turn SOMETHING hit me on my
back...HARD!.... I pitched forward, my bow went flying somewhere off to the side,
my cap with the light attached also went flying. My body twisted in mid air so as I hit the
ground I rolled a half turn. The "Thing" on my back was off for a split second but right back
on me in a flash. That split second gave me time to be on my back and bring up my right
arm to shield my neck and face. As the creature lunged for my throat, his jaws clamped
down on the heavy leather armguard on my forearm. I could smell his foul breath and I could
feel the pressure as his legs and claws raked at my heavy CarrHart outerwear.
What seemed like minutes was really only seconds. Somehow my free left arm was able to
reach the butt of my knife under my right arm. The big blade cleared it's sheath and came up
in an arch to bury it's nearly 10 inch steel blade all the way to the brass guard. The animal
screamed and reacted by letting go of my arm and in an instant it was off of me and scrambling
away through the brush.
I kind of rolled on my side and sit up. I reached for my cap which was close by with the little light
still burning brightly. I turned the light on the knife still clenched tightly in my left hand. The blade
was covered with blood it's full length. Some tawny brown hairs clung to the blood and gore. Hairs
that would latter tell that my attacker was a cougar.
My CarrHart clothing was torn in several places by the big cats claws, but somehow, other than
some minor cuts I had avoided any serious injury. What would the outcome have been if it were
not for my trusty blade? I dread to think of how it could have turned out. The Jungle Book story
of Mowgli who turned his knife that he called his "Tooth" against the tiger Shere Khan comes to mind.
My tooth was a LaClair Bowie...the "Defender"
The Defender Bowie is $315.00 with walnut handle
$345.00 with stag handle
Sheath and shoulder harness is available the same price as with the other LaClair Bowie.