THE BOBCAT ATTACKS (PART 2)
Suddenly the phone rang. “Dr. Larimore, get over to ER, stat!”
I recognized Louise’s voice, but before I could say anything, she hung up.
I quickly hopped out of bed and slipped into the scrubs and clogs I kept near the bed when I was on call. Barb, as was her habit, didn’t move. I put on a light winter coat and tried to leave as quietly as possible and then ran to ER.
It was a crisp, cool Sunday morning. Our home was just across the street from the hospital, so I was there in a few minutes.
When I arrived in the emergency room, Louise and Carroll were helping a patient get from a wheelchair to a gurney. I could see that his shirt and pants were covered with blood and his right arm was covered in a bloody bandage.
As I ran to the gurney, I could see it was Randy Childs. “What happened?”
“Doc, you won’t believe it.”
“Like I said, Doc, you won’t believe it.”
Carroll cut off Randy’s bloody clothes while Louise carefully removed his blood-soaked bandage. He had several gashes on his forearm. All were actively oozing, but none were spurting.
By now, Maxine and Vernel, two of my favorite nurses, had run to ER from the nurses’ station. Maxine was taking vital signs, and Vernel was setting up a laceration tray.
“You want me to scrub the arm?” Vernel asked.
“You bet.” I turned to Randy, who looked white. “Randy, did you lose much blood?”
“I’m not sure, Doc. I don’t think so.”
“Maxine, call the lab.”
“I’m here.” I turned to see Betty Carlson, the head of the lab. “Betty, what are you doing here early on a Sunday morning?”
“Just like you, Dr. Larimore. I’m pulling my shifts.”
“Aw, you just like getting those big bucks.” I smiled at Betty.
She ran a great lab. We had access to almost any of the tests we needed—and for a forty-bed hospital, that was almost unheard of. As the team worked, I gloved and turned my attention to the wounds. “These don’t look life threatening, Randy. Thank the Lord!”
I drew up a large syringe of lidocaine and began to numb the wounds. Then after they were numb, I took a Betadine sponge and began scrubbing the wounds. They looked like surgical wounds—the edges of the lacerations were not torn or bruised. When only Louise and I were left to tend to him, I began suturing the wounds and asked,
“Randy, can you tell me what happened tonight?” “Doc, like I told you, you won’t believe it.” “Try me.”
“I was attacked by a bobcat.”
I looked at Louise, who was smiling. For a moment I wondered, Am I being taken for a ride here? I decided to follow the road, wherever it would take me. “Well, tell me about it.”
“After the game last night, Bob Eldridge and I took off in my Jeep up into the mountains. We got a place we like to hunt.”
“Where’s that?” As soon as I asked I knew I shouldn’t have.
“Doc, you know a man don’t talk about where he hunts.”
“Anyway, we got up there by midnight and turned in for a short sleep. Got up ’bout 4:00 a.m. and then hiked out into the woods.”
“What were you hunting for?”
“Turkey. I was sittin’ with my back against a large poplar tree. I was facin’ one way, and Bob was against the same tree facin’ the other way. Then, just at first light, I began with my turkey callin’.”
“So did you get attacked by a wild band of turkeys?” I asked, trying not to laugh.
“That ain’t funny, Doc.”
I tried to stop snickering but couldn’t.
“Nope, I really was attacked by a bobcat.”
If I had not been so shocked, I might have thought, So was I!
I stopped sewing to look at him. He seemed serious.
“Yep, I was doing my gobblin’ when I heard a noise near me. I thought maybe it was a big ole gobbler I had called in—when all of a sudden, just as I gobbled again, this big ole bobcat sprung over a rock with his fangs and claws ready to grab him a big ole gobbler. Only instead of a big turkey, he found me. Well, in midair he screeched, and I screamed. We both commenced to scare the dickens out of each other. I threw my hands up in front of my face, and he was clawin’ the air to turn and get out of there. I reckon he clawed me as he turned to run—and he got me good.”
I was quiet for a moment. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“I’m as serious as a heart attack, Doc.” he replied. “Ain’t nothin’ I’ve ever experienced been as frightnin’ as that bobcat attack. I don’t recommend it. If you can avoid the fury of one of them things, it’s worth doin’, I tell ya!”
I nodded in agreement and thought, True, indeed!
TO BE CONTINUED
PAST STORIES FROM BRYSON CITY SEASONS
- Dead Man Standing (Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3)
- Eyes Wide Open (Part 1), (Part 2)
- Auspicious Accidents (Part 1), (Part 2)
- Answered Prayers (Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3), (Part 4)
- Rotary Luncheon
- Death by Emotion (Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3), (Part 4)
- The Invitation (Part 1), (Part 2)
- Barbecue and Bacon (Part 1), (Part 2)
- A Touchy Subject
- Family Time (Part 1), (Part 2)
- Chicken Pops (Part 1), (Part 2)
- Swain County Football (Part 1), (Part 2)
- Hospital Politics (Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3)
- The Bobcat Attacks (Part 1), (Part 2)
PAST STORIES FROM BRYSON CITY TALES
- The Murder (Part 1); (Part 2); (Part 3)
- The Arrival (Part 1); (Part 2)
- The Hemlock Inn (Part 1); (Part 2)
- The Grand Tour (Part 1); (Part 2)
- The Interview (Part 1); (Part 2); (Part 3)
- Settling In (Part 1); (Part 2)
- First-Day Jitters (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Emergency (Part 1); (Part 2)
- The Delivery (Part 1); (Part 2)
- The “Expert” (Part 1); (Part 2)
- The Trial (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Shiitake Sam (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Wet Behind the Ears (Part 1); (Part 2); (Part 3)
- Lessons in Daily Practice (Part 1) — Anal Angina; (Part 2); (Part 3); (Part 4)
- White Lies
- The Epiphany (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Becoming Part of the Team (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Monuments (Part 1); (Part 2)
- My First Home Victory (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Fisher of Men (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Fly-Fishing (Part 1); (Part 2)
- Something Fishy (Part 1); (Part 2)
- A Good Day at the Office
- An Evening to Remember
- Another New Doc Comes to Town
- ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas (Part 1); (Part 2)
- A Surprising Gift
- The New Year (Part 1); (Part 2)
- The Home Birth (Part1); (Part 2); (Part 3)
- The Showdown (Part1); (Part 2); (Part 3)
- The Initiation (Part 1); (Part 2); (Part 3)
- Home at Last (Part 1); (Part 2); (Part 3)
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