{"id":95,"date":"2014-09-24T04:00:00","date_gmt":"2014-09-24T04:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/blog\/2014\/09\/24\/adventures-in-writingand-in-life-by\/"},"modified":"2023-05-25T18:09:46","modified_gmt":"2023-05-26T00:09:46","slug":"adventures-in-writingand-in-life-by","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/adventures-in-writingand-in-life-by\/","title":{"rendered":"Adventures in Writing&#8230;and in Life by Sandy Nadeau"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/p>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t<b>So you want to be an adventure writer&#8230;<\/b>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\tI have always loved going on adventures, and I see most<br \/>\n\tthings in life as one. For nearly thirty years now, my husband and I often head<br \/>\n\tinto the mountains of Colorado to find a new adventure. We have come across several<br \/>\n\twhether just out for a drive, looking for fall color, searching for Bighorn<br \/>\n\tSheep, moose, or the elk herds during the rut, often finding what we set out<br \/>\n\tfor. When I took more serious steps to becoming an author, it seemed natural to<br \/>\n\tjust write adventures. Be careful what you pray for.\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\">\n\t<a href=\"http:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/SandyNadeau_BullElk_article3.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"212\" src=\"http:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/SandyNadeau_BullElk_article3.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\tThis year, we began to hear the familiar call of the cranky male<br \/>\n\telk gathering the females earlier than normal. This annual wildlife event brings<br \/>\n\tout many spectators. You wouldn&rsquo;t think your home town could be overtaken by<br \/>\n\tsuch a large animal along with his growing harem. But it is part of life here<br \/>\n\tin the foothills. Not a rare sight, but not usually in my back yard.&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\tI have a pet peeve, having lived here so long. There&rsquo;s real<br \/>\n\tdanger to approaching wildlife. If they get scared, well, prepare to be kicked<br \/>\n\tlike you never dreamed of. One time, we watched one gentleman sneak around some blue<br \/>\n\tspruce trees at the park to get a good picture of the bull when said bull burst through the branches almost goring the surprised man. He got<br \/>\n\taway and into his car, but I imagine his heart rate took about four hours to<br \/>\n\treturn to a normal rhythm.&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t<a href=\"http:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/SandyNadeau_BullElk_article2.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"212\" src=\"http:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/SandyNadeau_BullElk_article2.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a>&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t<a href=\"http:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/SandyNadeau_BullElk_article1.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"212\" src=\"http:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/SandyNadeau_BullElk_article1.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a>Some of the herd moved into the field behind our house the<br \/>\n\tother day, I grabbed my camera thinking I could get some great shots of the<br \/>\n\tcows and young elk gathering there. We have a five foot chain link fence<br \/>\n\tsurrounding our yard and tall ponderosa pines, so I felt safe enough. I clicked<br \/>\n\taway getting terrific shots of these large, sleek brown females in the field.<br \/>\n\tZooming in, I caught a close up of a female with a blade of grass sticking out<br \/>\n\tof her mouth. Mom and calf near each other. With all our rain this year, the<br \/>\n\tgrass practically glows green. Beautiful. The huge bull stood up the hill<br \/>\n\tacross the upper street watching over his herd that slowly grazed along. His<br \/>\n\tmouth open, nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air, I assumed he was checking<br \/>\n\tout his girls. I learned later, much later, he was on to my presence. Who knew?&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\tThere I stood, as he made his way to the entrance of the<br \/>\n\tfield. Snapping photos of this majestic beast, muscles bulging, antlers<br \/>\n\tsporting the six points on one side, seven on the other. Huge animal. <i>*snap,<br \/>\n\tsnap*<\/i> Oh, he&rsquo;s so close. Hit the video button Sandy. This is amazing. <i>*whirrrrr*<\/i> recording.&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\tHe appeared to just be coming down to herd the females back<br \/>\n\tonto the road. I&rsquo;ve seen it done. I figured he would come down and circle<br \/>\n\tbehind them. There was no visible agitation to the animal, I felt no danger.&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\tThen within ten feet of me behind my fence, <i>BAM!<\/i> He turns<br \/>\n\tand heads straight in my direction antlers aiming. A wood post and chain link<br \/>\n\tfence stood between us. His abrupt action created a terrific need to flee. And<br \/>\n\tflee I did! With the video still rolling, I ran for my back door. Not knowing<br \/>\n\tif the beast would be angry enough to leap my fence, I just ran.&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\tRemember what I said about loving adventure? All I could do<br \/>\n\twas laugh as I ran. My heart rate soaring into the blue sky above. I didn&rsquo;t<br \/>\n\tlook back. I just got to the door as fast as my legs could carry me. I turned,<br \/>\n\tonce behind the screen door, looked to see where he was, half expecting to see<br \/>\n\tthe monster within the confines of my yard. Thankfully, he stood on the other<br \/>\n\tside near where I had been mere seconds before. When a bull in the rut gets<br \/>\n\tfrustrated, they use their rack to rip up bushes or dig up grass which he<br \/>\n\tproceeded to do. As I watched him from my protective screen door, he continued<br \/>\n\tto stare at the spot where I had been, not where I was. So I began to wonder if<br \/>\n\the smelled me more than he saw me. Either way, I&rsquo;m glad he missed me.&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\tI discovered how that man must have felt. I don&rsquo;t think my<br \/>\n\theart rate returned to normal until almost bedtime. Did I learn my lesson? Well,<br \/>\n\tsort of. The herd is still around, I&rsquo;m still taking pictures, but I keep my car<br \/>\n\thandy. Then I watched him chase cars going by with his head aimed at the<br \/>\n\tbumper. Uh oh.\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\tThis is so going to be in a book someday&hellip;.\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&#8212;-\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\tEditor&#39;s Update: A few days after this incident, Sandy had out her camera again! (Thanks to Sandy for providing the elk pictures and videos)\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;\n<\/div>\n<table align=\"center\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" class=\"tr-caption-container\" style=\"float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\">\n\t\t\t\t<a href=\"http:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/ec\/index.php?main_page=advanced_search_result&amp;search_in_description=1&amp;keyword=sandy+red+gold\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"Red Gold\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/09\/RedGold_h4950_tmb.png\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td class=\"tr-caption\" style=\"text-align: center;\">\n\t\t\t\tclick to buy\n\t\t\t<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\tSandy Nadeau&#39;s RED GOLD is a tale of adventure, danger and intrigue. Don&#39;t miss it!\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"MsoNormal\">\n\t&nbsp;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"productGeneral biggerText\" id=\"productDescription\">\n\tMandy<br \/>\n\tPhillips loves life with her husband running an adventure ranch in the<br \/>\n\tColorado mountains, but when Mr. Shonee, their crotchety old neighbor,<br \/>\n\ttries to stop them from building a kid-size old west town their dreams<br \/>\n\tof expansion are crushed.<\/p>\n<p>\n\t\t&nbsp;\n\t<\/p>\n<p>\n\t\tIs Shonee just being a difficult neighbor, or is something more<br \/>\n\t\tsinister going on?\n\t<\/p>\n<p>\n\t\tA discovery on the property of Colorado&#39;s state<br \/>\n\t\tmineral leads to more mysteries for the ranch, and then a teenage guest<br \/>\n\t\tfinds herself thrust head first into danger.\n\t<\/p>\n<p>\n\t\tMandy will have to rescue her, but who will rescue Mandy? Her faith<br \/>\n\t\tin God is her only source to keep the guests safe, solve the mysteries<br \/>\n\t\tsurrounding her ranch, save her neighbor from himself, and discover the<br \/>\n\t\tsecrets of the Red Gold.\n\t<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; So you want to be an adventure writer&#8230; &nbsp; I have always loved going on adventures, and I see most things in life as one. For nearly thirty years now, my husband and I often head into the mountains of Colorado to find a new adventure. We have come across several whether just out [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":808,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[512],"tags":[60,26,3],"class_list":["post-95","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-all-about-books","tag-elk","tag-guest-blogger","tag-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=95"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/808"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=95"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=95"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pelicanbookgroup.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=95"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}