Matt RaibleMatt Raible is a Java Champion and Developer Advocate at Okta.

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Over 10 years ago, I wrote my first blog post. Since then, I've authored books, had kids, traveled the world, found Trish and blogged about it all.

A Story about My Mom

Beautiful Water My Mom is one of the coolest people I've ever met. She was born in Billings, Montana on January 4, 1950. That makes her a Montana Native. She grew up in the city, but moved to The Cabin in her 20s. Life at the cabin wasn't easy. My parents were pretty darn poor the entire time we lived there. To help reduce the cost of living, we raised a lot of animals. We had chickens for eggs, goats for milk, rabbits to eat and every so often, we'd get a couple of pigs to raise for food.

The pigs presented an interesting problem: bears. Bears love pigs. I can remember a couple of times where bears would sneak in and run off with one of the pigs for dinner. Bears were dangerous and my parents didn't like them - both for fear they'd harm one of us, but more because they'd harm the animals and our food supply. Bears were also good eatin', so if there was one hanging around, my parents didn't hesitate to try and shoot it.

When I was 2 years old, I got a puppy for my birthday. We named him "Woofer". He grew into a big ol' Hound Dog and turned out to be great at treeing bears. He had a very deep bark that would apparently scare them into climbing trees, making them easy targets.

The story I'd like to tell about my Mom happened when I was a kid. I don't know how old I was - but I was young enough that I don't remember the story. My dad was out of town, and a bear had been hanging around. My Mom was not happy and set out one day with the rifle and Woofer. They ended up getting the bear up a tree and my Mom shot him down. Apparently, she was pretty mad at the bear for threatening her children and all. She hauled him back to the "skinning tree", which was next to our house. I can see her now, yelling at the bear, telling him he deserved it and what a cocksucker he was. Foaming at the mouth, she whipped out her hunting knife, grabbed him by the balls, and sliced them right off. Still swearing at him, she grabbed a hammer and nail, and angrily nailed his nuts to a tree. "Serves you right you motherfucker", she probably muttered to herself.

To this day, that nail is still here and a small tuft of hair hangs from it. I apologize for the swearing in this story, but my Mom has always cussed like a sailor. ;-)

I'd like to take this opportunity to thank my Mom for all she's taught me. One of the things I've always admired about her is how happy she is all the time. She's a true optimist and enjoys almost everything she does, from being a "Burn Boss" to running in marathons. She's an incredible lady and I'm very proud to call her my Mom. Happy Mother's Day Mom!

Posted in General at May 13 2007, 09:58:54 AM MDT 8 Comments

Thanks for the laugh. My mom, whose birthday was also January 4, died quite a few years ago so Mother's Day isn't particularly difficult for me, but nonetheless a funny story like yours makes it even easier. Your mom sounds like a real pistol. :-)

Posted by kelzer on May 13, 2007 at 04:20 PM MDT #

Hats off to one brave mom. The common traits in mother's when it comes to defending their child seems to be the same irrespective of the culture, language, attitude etc., Nice post. Happy Mothers day.

Posted by Muthu Ramadoss on May 13, 2007 at 09:04 PM MDT #

I guess I should never try to sneak up on your mom wearing a bear suit. :) Bob

Posted by Bob on May 14, 2007 at 01:13 AM MDT #

It was all good except for your apology for the cussing.

Posted by Bryan Noll on May 14, 2007 at 06:51 AM MDT #

As a culture, we don't understand or appreciate well enough the "Mama Lion" syndrome. Get between a real mama lion and her cubs, and you will suffer. Everybody thinks the male lion is the one to fear, but NO. When a lioness' cubs are threatened by hyenas, the mama lion will capture one hyena. What we have come to call "playnig with her food" then begins: the mama lion makes the hyena suffer and suffer, and cry out in pain. The motive? To scare the shit out of the hyenas within earshot, because they know it's a hyena and they understand what it's going through. The mam lion does not do this to be mean to the hyena, but to keep other hyenas from trying the same thing ever again. A nail and a tuft of hair. That's an image that will stay with me for a while!

Posted by Ernie Bornn-Gilman on May 17, 2007 at 08:59 PM MDT #

I've hung out with Matt's folks so this story is quite a hoot - it even gave me a damn good laugh, too! For those that don't know them, Matt's parents are pretty great people. If you're reading this Barb, I'm laughing my ass off! I hope you're doing well ;-).

Posted by Bruce Snyder on May 22, 2007 at 12:49 PM MDT #

lol nice and funny story laughing my ass off

Posted by Tyler on June 15, 2007 at 01:09 AM MDT #

I loved this story so much, i was googling to find nice stories about Moms and I found your stories one of the best...I love my mom too, and I think she will do the same as your mom if someone tried to hurt me. :)

Posted by Sarah on March 25, 2011 at 11:32 AM MDT #

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