I stopped pioneering after three years. My wife and I were settled in and we enjoyed the streams and rivers. This was a good recreation area. Great fishing, winter sports , ice skating 20 degrees below.
However Trout fishing was my passion. Being on the stream was more then just being outdoors........ it was spiritual.
So one summer day I was trout fishing on the Kinsua stream/river. I had worked my way upstream and noticed that a car had stopped on the old bridge. There was little to no traffic.
While I was casting up stream I brushed what I thought was a bee cause I could hear the buzzing going past my ear. Then a Bang? What the...?
My body understood before I did it was the first time I ever experienced a dangerous life threatening situation......someone had shot at me.....or so I thought. And the next thing I knew.......... was me laying in the mud of the stream. The gun fire tapered off after a while and I noticed that there was something floating down stream....... something silvery.
It was beer cans. Someone had not realized I was down stream and the ricochets had sent their shots in my direction. The beer cans were un harmed and went on their way safely. I remained hunkering down until A car started up and went on it's merry way.
I watched it disappear down the road too far way to see the license plate. When I finally stood up and made my way off of the stream. I realized I learned two things that day Jehovah didn't give a damn and bullets can easily ricochet off water...... ( compare stone skipping).
I think that encounter in it's way forced me to drop the notion that a JW pioneer had a real investment in the JW's. I might have come to a different lesson if a voice told me to take cover.......you dumb sum of a bitch!
But It was over for me.
I went home and told my wife what happened and being a JW was over for me. Her response was "I never believed in it so leaving is not a problem."