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Steve Zellers's Details
Status:
In a Relationship
Here for:
Networking, Friends
Orientation:
Straight
Hometown:
Goldsboro NC
Body type:
5' 11" / Slim / Slender
Ethnicity:
White / Caucasian
Religion:
Christian - other
Zodiac Sign:
Pisces
Smoke / Drink:
Yes / Yes
Education:
Some college
Occupation:
Trucker / Writer
Steve Zellers's Schools
Milton Hs
Milton,Pennsylvania
Graduated: 1982
Student status: Alumni
Degree: High School Diploma
About me:
I'm a trucker. I'm a writer. I'm an artist. I'm a carpenter. And I'm lost most of the time. I've done some things in my life I'm not proud of and many that I am. I'm basically just your average guy.
As a truck driver I’ve seen all kind of critters in the wild. I
never know where I’m going to be from one day to the next, or
what I might see. It’s one thing to see an animal in a zoo. But
it’s something quite different when you see them on their turf.
This became very clear to me on one winter night when I
stopped at a rest area near Flagstaff Arizona.
It was late at night. The ground was covered with a fresh
blanket of snow and I had to take a leak. There were no good
parking places close to the rest rooms and it was freezing cold
outside. So I did what most truck drivers would do in that
situation. I pulled off to the side, went out beside my truck and
did my business. Before I could finish I noticed a pair of
yellow glowing eyes staring at me from the tree line less than
10 feet away. My first thought wasn’t one of fear or panic, it
was more like, “this can’t be good.”
You have to imagine the situation. I was standing there
doing my business. Any guy will tell you, once you start
there’s no stopping until you finish. When you gotta go you
gotta go and to hell with everything else. I stood there and
finished my business and put the horse back in its barn, if you
know what I mean.
It was then that I noticed the rest of them. Now there wasn’t
one pair of eyes watching me, there were eight. And they
weren’t eyes any more. They were very big and very mean
looking wolves. They were stalking slowly toward me. I
remember my exact thought. I’ll never forget it as long as I
live, “Oh My God they are some big wolves!”
I was no longer feeling calm. I was scared. I mean really
scared. Instinctively I didn’t run. Instead I kept direct eye
contact with the one that was closest to me. He was huge and
obviously the leader. He kept his head low but never took his
eyes off mine. It was an unmistakable threatening posture. The
others stayed back a few feet but had spread out into a wide
semi-circle. I was surrounded on three sides and my truck was
behind me. The door was about 5 feet to my left. I took a
cautious step in that direction. The big one in front of me
seemed to know what I was doing because he took a lateral
step in the direction also.
I was about 3 feet closer to the door than the big one and
thought I could make it if he lunged at me. Or hoped, I should
say. The leader bared his teeth and let out a low growl. The
others immediately went into attack posture. I knew I had to
get to the door or I was Alpo. I looked at the door then back at
the big one. Out of my peripheral vision I saw another wolf
standing at the front of my truck.
Immediately I understood what was happening. They had cut
me off. There was no way I could make it to the door now. The
leader had kept my attention while the other one moved into
position. I was screwed and I was pretty sure I was dog food.
Even in that moment I remember thinking how incredibly
smart these wolves were to set me up like that. They were
magnificent animals. They were absolutely beautiful. Although
I can tell you right now I didn’t think so at the time.
I thought I was going to die. Talk about being in the wrong
place at the wrong time. The whole thing really caught me by
surprise. I’ve been told that when you’re about to die you life
flashes before your eyes. That didn’t happen. Instead the
wolves turned and ran back in the woods. Just then a truck that
was leaving the rest area passed right in front of me. It was
obvious that the wolves got spooked by the truck. Talk about
being in the right place at the right time.
The next day I stopped at the TA truck stop in Kingman
Arizona. While I was there I talked to a driver who was Navajo
Indian. I figured if anyone knew about wolves he would. He
told me he doubted that I was ever in any danger. He said it
was more likely that the wolves were just hoping I would give
them some food. He said another possibility was since wolves
are territorial they probably weren’t happy about me pissing on
their territory. Thos are both good possible explanations. And
we all know if a truck driver says something it must be true.
But no one will ever convince me that I wasn’t on the menu. I
saw the look in that wolf’s eyes and I don’t think I would be
here today if it wasn’t for that other truck driver pulling out of
the rest area exactly when he did. Whoever you are, thank you
Mr. Truck driver.
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