Terror On Y Mountain!

29 June 2007
Love was in the air. It was a Friday night as young BYU couples enjoyed each others company walking hand in hand up the trail to Y mountain. Three men also traveled the path, their objectives sinister. They had a determined resolve as they marched their way into a night of terror.
The plan was a simple one, and had been worked out in moments. At Chris’s suggestion, the three of us had decided to go for a hike under the brilliant full moon. It had been the insidious minds of Kenn and Skyelr who had decided to bring the bear call.
We stalked single file up the path taking care not to attract attention to ourselves. I walked point. My eyes darted to either side of the trail, searching for a place of concealment from which we could spring our surprise. Finally, near a switchback we found an ideal location. The bend was encompassed on both sides by thick bushes and shrubby trees. Off to the side a little, was a small bench that was perfect for a romantic break where lovers could look out across the lights of the valley below.
I raised my hand into a fist over my shoulder, signaling my comrades to hold up. We listened. Nothing. After a quick survey, we decided further that we were alone. Leading the way, I crouched and pushed my way into the foliage on the side of the road. Chris and Kenn followed. We crossed a dry, shallow creek bed and took up position behind some large boulders. We checked the area to make sure we could not be seen from the trail. The last thing we wanted was for some curious kid to shine his light up and spot us after we had issued the low, husky grumble of the bear call.
We had not long to wait before three hapless trekkers found their way into our clutches.
“Hey look, a bench!” one of the hikers exclaimed in a distinctly female voice.
We heard them approach. Once they were where we desired them, we let out the first rumbling growl.
“Was that your butt?” a second female voice asked.
“No.” came a man’s reply.
“Was it your butt?” she questioned the second girl.
Just as the second girl began to deny, we pulled the string and issued a second, much longer, deeper growl. With a few mumbled words the threesome turned around and headed straight back down the trail.
Kenn, and Chris, and I laughed quietly and gave each other the thumbs up. Our first attempt had been a success.
Being the only one of us in camos, I slinked out of our hide and crept a little closer to the trail to recon. I had not been in my new position long before a second opportunity, a dating couple, came ambling down the trail.
I tossed a small pebble back at Chris to signal him to start the charade. Behind me, Kenn started scratching around in the bushes and snapping a few twigs.
The couple stopped. “Did you hear that?”
Immediately after came the weird, blood curdling howl of our bear call. Without a word, the two of them tore off as fast as they could in a desperate sprint down the trail.
I couldn’t help but to laugh. The scene was priceless. I rolled over, and slithered my way back to my friends. We all had a good chuckle before Chris decided that it was late and that he wanted to head home.
It was a good one!