Robbers Attacked a Fisherman’s Hut. Once They Saw what was Inside, it was Already Too Late To Run

“It had been a particularly snowy winter in Oregon. Charles Morris, trudging through the snow drifts on his snowmobile, grumbled about it every time and looked forward to the arrival of spring. His house was right by the woods, and the elderly man, no matter the season, always enjoyed the spectacular beauty of the wilderness. Of course, the road leading to his house was not a pleasant one, but Mr. Morris tried not to pay much attention to it. He had recently moved here and hardly considered himself an old-timer.

The fact was that after 15 years of working a hazardous job, Mr. Morris’s health had deteriorated rapidly. His cough, shortness of breath, and high blood pressure caused him to reconsider his attitude towards life in general. The endless medical examinations, the therapeutic and prophylactic treatments, none of these worked, and in the end, they left the old man feeling dejected.

Fortunately, among a panel of doctors, there was one physician who advised Mr. Morris to change his place of residence and move to an area with cleaner air. Thus, selling his place in Louisiana, Mr. Morris bought a house in Oregon where, away from the hustle and bustle of the metropolis, he could finally breathe clean air.

A lumberyard keeper, Charles lived like a true hermit, feeling at one with nature every second of the day. In time, Mr. Morris had become addicted to fishing and spent all his free moments on the lake. He rarely went to the store, preferring to stock up on groceries, especially during the winter when the beautiful landscape was covered by snow. One day, while atop his snowmobile and on his way back from shopping, Mr. Morris saw a…Read Full Story Here…,,..