Belle here. I have really been enjoying this Arkansas GTG. It was about time that lady got me out of the rig and I got to see a little sunshine. Some of the women here have something they call kayaks. You think they would invite me out for a paddle. No way, LOL
Anyway, I finally was able to get out on the lake. Now you would think that an Arkansas State Park would be a safe place wouldn’t you? But OMG (Soos, that reads “Oh My God”) - here I was sun bathing out on the lake and suddenly out of the marshes, two frightening fellows quietly paddled up behind me and I was suddenly helpless. “Help! Help!” I cried. But do you think any of those partying women noticed? As the kids would say, “No way!”
ACK ACK….. Instantly I knew that I was in deep doodoo. The kidnappers were clearly members of the notorious “Red Potholder” gang. If you remember, Herschel was able to reform a couple of young cousins that came under his care last fall, but these two had obviously not been raised under a positive influence. Enough said. These guys were really scary. They had dangerous guns, fierce scowlie faces and all. ACK ACK.
It wasn’t like I thought I could count on these pudding sucking, Alligator Piss chugging ladies to notice I was in trouble. I worried about Tina missing me, but I wasn’t sure if even she would. (I later was reassured that I was missed, but apparently after the “Red Potholder” duo had me clearly out of the area. So that didn’t help. Then again, after sitting around being ignored for weeks…how can a woman be sure?)
As I said, the Red Duo quickly dragged me out of the water and up to their van.
I heard them muttering about “leave no DNA behind.” I thought it was just kids you couldn’t leave behind? Anyway the next thing I knew I was trussed up behind the van, and the Duo started their get away.
I was very, very frightened. But I thought quickly, “We of the WomenRV Nation are nothing if not resourceful.” Maybe if I swung back and forth I could leave little patches of pink that the authorities could follow. I tried to count the turns and listen to distinctive sounds that I could use if I lived long enough to make it to a cell phone for help.
After what seemed like FOREVER, they stopped in a wooded area for their dinner. Luckily I had pigged out on some of the open buffet earlier in the day and just told my stomach to suck it up. Not like I knew ahead of time to pack some food! And I will say that luckily these “Red Devils” were not the smartest Pot Holders in the kitchen. They were over confident about the get away and thought that the trail was too cold for any rescue. So wrong they were, as you will see.
About midnight (just ignore that bright glare of the moon in the pictures), who should show up but Herschel, Miss Abby’s wonder dog friend. Apparently, he imediately noticed my departure from the lake and surrounds, and he was able to follow the pink scrapes down the road. Being pot holders, the Red Duo’d sense of distance is somewhat distorted. They thought they had put sufficient distance between the van and any help. But they had not counted on Herschel, The Wonder Dog! In reality, they had only managed to make it as far as the section B camping area. Herschel’s PPS (Puppy Positioning Sense) found them within hours.
Herschel did have the forsight to call ahead for back up and after he captured the Duo, the officers were there within minutes to complete the arrest.
Like I said, this GTG here in Arkansas has been fantastic, but I could have done without the added excitement and threat to my life.
When the evening news interviewed me for their report, they asked what I wanted next and where I wanted to going next after making it out alive from this harrowing, near-death adventure.
I told them, “I have always wanted diamonds. And…… I’m going to Disney World!”