Damn Dude!
Those words ring oh-so-very-true. I think you’ve been there as I have. The situation is so terrible, that you wanna crawl inside of yourself to
escape having to worry about it. Your mind is fraught with thoughts flittering to and fro, and you’re unsure of which way to turn, what to do, how
to do it, and so you just sit down, or do the mental escape artist trick.
Training, determination, survival-mind set. These are the things that will pull your through those laborious troubled times. The difference is; when
you remain in denial of the facts, it will always seem more compelling to do nothing, instead of something. Like the old saying goes” Lead, Follow,
Or Get The Hell Outta Da Way!” has a significant meaning in this situation.
That is the time, to pull out the little bit that's left inside of you, and do what you have to do, in order to arrive at a point where things starts
feeling and looking better. It’s only at the point that you start experiencing forward progress/momentum, that you are able to laugh at yourself, or
at least realize that things weren’t so bad after all. In reality, it’s called situational panic. Everyone suffers from it, everyone.
Panic could last from several seconds, to several minutes, and some people panic for several lifetimes. Panic is contagious, and it feeds off
itself.
A very typical situation occurred to me, and it had me thinking these panicky thoughts.
I was trekking along a small stream doing some pre-season scouting for the upcoming Moose season .
I was fascinated with the amount of salmon running up-stream, and didn’t pay attention to what was around me, instead, watching these fish jump
three feet into the air, and launch themselves another six feet across logs jamming the stream itself.
I hear some brush cracking on my right, and was horrified to see a very large Grizzly Bear charging right at me, from a distance of about fifty years.
It was coming down the trail at me, and directly for me, no doubt whatsoever- It’s ears were flat down, and it’s eyes were locked onto mine. There
was no huffing or puffing, no chomping of the jaws with that “clicking’ sound, no false charges. This bear was barreling towards me at what seemed
like unimaginable speed for something that weighs 1000Lbs.
For what seemed like an eternity, I stood there unsure of what I was supposed to do, having no idea which way to turn, and completely frozen in
time-space itself. My mind was playing movies inside of my head, of me being knocked down, savagely bitten, and then dragged into the brush to become
a food source; my body never being recovered. Mind you, this all occurred in a span of less than 1.2 seconds. A lifetime worth of thoughts at mind
blowing speeds.
Before even being cognizant of my own action, I was down onto my right knee, facing the charging bear, the rifle coming up at the same time, my left
arms snaking out to get a steady sight picture, and my cheek settling into the stock. I don’t ever remember even touching the trigger, but my
trigger finger suddenly felt pressure, and there was a flash, a tremendous noise, and recoil trombone back into my shoulder.
The sight picture across the rifle changed, and the bear made a dash back towards his left, and disappeared into the tree line.
It’s at that point that I came back into reality. I now, understood what had just occurred to me. The bear, whether I hit him or not, I will never
know for sure. It took me a couple of seconds to regain my composure, but when I did-the shaking started. Real severe shaking that forced me to backup
against a tree, and squat there trying to remember how to breath. The shaking resultant of the massive adrenaline instantly pumped through my body
those first few seconds of this situation. Hell-I couldn’t even hold a cigarette, much less light it up. Until the shaking subsided.
It was the training that saved me. That instant reaction under duress. That Automatic response that quickly assumes control, and moves the mind
through well rehearsed steps. It comes as a result of intensive mental training, as well as practical training. A “Draw, Point, Shoot” type of
scenario, where everything, including time, is compressed down into a scant few seconds of instinctive reaction.
As we grow more accustomed to these types of scenarios that have the capacity to create havoc within our minds, we learn to slow down and rely on that
inner (automatic) instinctive respond. It will always save the day.
Damned fine post my friend-very thought provoking.
Originally posted by reticledc
I was really hoping that you would bring something to the table here.
That my friend is perspective.
All the gear and preparation in the world can go right out the window when you find yourself facing life and death.
When you are so freaking scared about what is going to happen next, it's hard to think.
You find yourself inundated with thoughts you never even knew you had.
In a way, this is a good thing, it keeps you creative, but in other ways it can overcome you, and fast.
The simplest things become so damn difficult that you feel like jumping off a cliff, just so you don't have to think about it anymore.
This is the kind of conditioning that it is so hard to prepare for. This is the kind of thing you could spend a lifetime doing, but unless you live it
you will be prostrated.
This is why the military "kicks your ass" when you are in PT.
They stress you so much that you either become conditioned to it or fail. Win, Win for them.
Perspective my friend can come at a terrible price for some.