Lil Brother
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It was in the wee hours of the morning that daddy called me to get out of bed. Way too early by my standards, but I reluctantly got up; just like always. Usually daddy would have to call me more than once and sometimes after relentless calling, he would even leave me in bed and he'd go by himself. This was to be a very special hunt, for one, we were going to Fordyce, Arkansas,(which we hardly ever did), and two, my big brother was to meet us there.
Daddy and I piled in Shasta,(his name for his 1969 GMC), and hit the road for the little over an hour drive. We arrived way before daylight just like always and had plenty of time to walk in. It was a very brisk day in the first hunt of November, but I wasnt to worry, for mamma had packed me some warms clothes. It was wonderful to be walking in on this first day of the season. Daddy had his thermos of black coffee with just a dab of sugar in it and me, well I had my Hostess cupcakes and had drank my Frostie root beer on the way down.
Daddy put me on a stand and gave me my final instructions "Put it on 'em, boy! and yell if you get one." I said something like "sure daddy, I will."
Daddy explained that the dogs would more than likely be coming from the north side of the thicket, but that the deer would probably run out of the thicket and cross the creek about 30 yards from where I was at. After he made sure that I had plenty of shotgun shells, he walked slowly out of sight.
It was starting to get a little daylight in the east when I first heard the dogs cold trailing. After mouthing their way around the cutover they entered the thicket and jumped! Barrr arrr arrrr arrr!! The race was on and the werent a quarter of a mile away. My heart was pounding just like it always did on days like these! Suddenly a lone shot rang out that I had heard all too many times. It was from daddy's Remington 243! I didnt dare move until I heard daddy's signal. Whooo who who whoalllll! It was our family's call of the owl that meant to come on. Hooooowy!
I ran as fast as my legs could run to find daddy some two hundred yards away. What a deer!!
Daddy gutted it and we both dragged it to the truck. We would take it to the ice house in Malvern as we always did. When we arrived there, ther was lots of deer already hanging up and the funny thing about it was that there was a lot of people there too. Suddenly, daddy and I looked up to see John walking over to us. Where had he been anyway. He had missed the whole hunt. Boy was I pizzed! I walked over to John to tell he what had happened and took him over to see daddy. We shared stories and hem-hawed around for a while still walking around inside of the ice house looking at other people's deer. John and I noticed that daddy wasnt anywhere around so we started looking for him. There he was sitting down across the room from us. We began walking toward him, but couldnt get any nearer. This was getting weird! Also ther were people with marine batteries hooking them up to huge circuit breakers to try to keep their deer cold!
....and then, I woke up.
This was a dream that I had last night. It is somewhat troubling and somewhat comforting. I couldnt tell you if my daddy had killed a buck or a doe and I guess because I have been having trouble with the batteries on my boat and the circuit breaker, thats where they fit in. As I sit here writing this story, there is a knock on my door. Its the Fed ex man leaving a package for me--a circuit breaker from minnkota.
I couldnt tell you when the last dream was that I had about daddy. I never dream about him for whatever reason. Im hoping to have more and that is the reason I'm not calling this story---The Final Hunt.
Lil Brother
Daddy and I piled in Shasta,(his name for his 1969 GMC), and hit the road for the little over an hour drive. We arrived way before daylight just like always and had plenty of time to walk in. It was a very brisk day in the first hunt of November, but I wasnt to worry, for mamma had packed me some warms clothes. It was wonderful to be walking in on this first day of the season. Daddy had his thermos of black coffee with just a dab of sugar in it and me, well I had my Hostess cupcakes and had drank my Frostie root beer on the way down.
Daddy put me on a stand and gave me my final instructions "Put it on 'em, boy! and yell if you get one." I said something like "sure daddy, I will."
Daddy explained that the dogs would more than likely be coming from the north side of the thicket, but that the deer would probably run out of the thicket and cross the creek about 30 yards from where I was at. After he made sure that I had plenty of shotgun shells, he walked slowly out of sight.
It was starting to get a little daylight in the east when I first heard the dogs cold trailing. After mouthing their way around the cutover they entered the thicket and jumped! Barrr arrr arrrr arrr!! The race was on and the werent a quarter of a mile away. My heart was pounding just like it always did on days like these! Suddenly a lone shot rang out that I had heard all too many times. It was from daddy's Remington 243! I didnt dare move until I heard daddy's signal. Whooo who who whoalllll! It was our family's call of the owl that meant to come on. Hooooowy!
I ran as fast as my legs could run to find daddy some two hundred yards away. What a deer!!
Daddy gutted it and we both dragged it to the truck. We would take it to the ice house in Malvern as we always did. When we arrived there, ther was lots of deer already hanging up and the funny thing about it was that there was a lot of people there too. Suddenly, daddy and I looked up to see John walking over to us. Where had he been anyway. He had missed the whole hunt. Boy was I pizzed! I walked over to John to tell he what had happened and took him over to see daddy. We shared stories and hem-hawed around for a while still walking around inside of the ice house looking at other people's deer. John and I noticed that daddy wasnt anywhere around so we started looking for him. There he was sitting down across the room from us. We began walking toward him, but couldnt get any nearer. This was getting weird! Also ther were people with marine batteries hooking them up to huge circuit breakers to try to keep their deer cold!
....and then, I woke up.
This was a dream that I had last night. It is somewhat troubling and somewhat comforting. I couldnt tell you if my daddy had killed a buck or a doe and I guess because I have been having trouble with the batteries on my boat and the circuit breaker, thats where they fit in. As I sit here writing this story, there is a knock on my door. Its the Fed ex man leaving a package for me--a circuit breaker from minnkota.
I couldnt tell you when the last dream was that I had about daddy. I never dream about him for whatever reason. Im hoping to have more and that is the reason I'm not calling this story---The Final Hunt.
Lil Brother
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