At one point in my career I was posted in a small farming community in Saskatchewan, and my second winter there saw the arrival of "Jay" (not his real name), a new recruit, fresh from Depot. Although I wasn't to be Jay's trainer, I was filling in for her on the first few days of Jay's work there, as she was away.
Our first shift together was an evening shift and after we got a slew of office work out of the way we headed out for a detachment familiarization tour. The detachment consisted of a couple of small towns (including the location of the detachment), three or four smaller towns (some no more than names on a map), a couple of resort areas at lakes, and a largish Reserve. The rest was a mixture of farmland and bush.
Jay was driving, because I believe you absorb more of an area when you have to do the actual touring around, rather than sitting in a passenger seat where you can turn your thoughts elsewhere. We had already hit most of the highlights and were heading out of the second town for the lakes, driving down a grid road.
As we were talking I could see an unfamiliar light a way off, blueish, that appeared to be a yard light where no yard existed. I was looking at it trying to gauge what it was when Jay asked what I was looking at, and pulled over. The light started to move.
As it started to move Jay began to squirm a little bit, and as it drew closer the light resolved into a semi circle of blue lights that appeared to be hovering off the ground. "Clare! It's getting closer!" Jay exclaimed with more than a twinge of nervousness in his voice. The hovering light turned and headed straight towards us, and Jay exclaimed again "Clare! Its getting CLOSER". I saw him reach down and put his hand on his sidearm, and as he exclaimed again "ITS GETTING CLOSER", I saw him unfasten the snaps on the holster.
I reached out and just touched his wrist to break what whatever thoughts were running through his head, and as the hovering blue lights got even closer I noticed that they didn't sound like hovering blue lights might, but rather like a snowmobile.
As the approaching vehicle finally resolved itself it was clear why it sound like a snowmobile. It was one. A snowmobile with no headlamp but a row of small blue lights (the kind that adorn 18 wheelers and muscle cars) wrapped along the windshield. Jay took his first breath in about five minutes and his hand away from his gun.
"Hi guys, watcha looking at?" the operator asked us. I let Jay reply as my mind reeled off the conversations I would have been having with my Officer Commanding had Jay gone further down the path with his sidearm.
"Hello Sir, we shot a snowmobiler today." "Shooting at us? No, driving without a headlight."