This past weekend I was up north at Bob Bergeson’s cabin. His girlfriend Michelle had just shot her first bear and there were hugs and high 5’s all around the cabin. A couple of us headed to retrieve the bear while the others went for ice and prepared our celebratory dinner. We all arrived back at the cabin at the same time.
That’s when Bob noticed he missed a call from someone. I won’t go into details, let’s just say this guy wronged Bob on more than one front. After checking his voicemail, he found out this guy was lost in the woods and couldn’t find his way out.
Bob didn’t hesitate. He and Todders loaded up and headed in that direction. I can honestly say, if I was in Bob’s shoes I probably would have left this guy in the woods overnight and told him to call 911. Nope, not Bob. The man has a heart of gold.
They called about 45 minutes later, the fool was found and they were on their way back. The celebratory dinner of elk steak had to wait, but it was still delicious. I’m honored to call Bob my friend.