I was having breakfast at the Whitemouth Hotel, where three hunters were waiting for their breakfast. An elderly gent came in, moving slowly, using a cane and obviously upset. He went straight to the table of the hunters, so I thought he knew them.
But when I overheard their conversation I realized they were strangers to each other. That didn’t last.
The gentleman explained that his battery had died and he didn’t have jumper cables. Neither did the hunters, but they were already on their way.
They put a hold on their breakfast and followed the man to his home around the corner. They managed to push his car out of the garage and somehow got it started. The man was able to drive to Beausejour to pick up his wife at the hospital, which was his main concern.
I hope those hunters had as much good luck deer hunting as the old gentleman had finding help that morning.
— Bill Backman