Well, where do I begin? That day was so exciting and interesting. Full of
“firsts” one might say. I guess I’ll begin at, um, the beginning...
It
was early in the morning. Around 4:30 AM. I woke up to the sound of, well, my
dad waking up. We both awoke; let me put it that way. I gathered my hunting garb
and took to the showers.
When I got out I did not have my glasses on,
but I saw a little dark spot on the bathroom floor. Well, we have a Marbley tile
floor, so I thought it was just another part of the tile. It wasn’t. Can you
guess what it was? You’re right, it was a frog.
I noticed that he, in
his effort to escape, continuously jumped into the door instead of simply
walking through the 2 inch gap at the bottom.
Well, I figured I needed
to get him out, but I had my hands full. So here’s what I did: I gathered my
things, scared the frog (I’ll call him Murphy) into a corner, then got out and
closed the door since I knew Murphy would not go under it. So, I got totally
ready to go, then went in and trapped him with Kleenex. Next, I tossed him out
the door, and that was the end of the first “first” of the day.
So, on
to the next adventure.
In the driveway we met up with Tommy and Phil,
two of our hunting buddies. On the hour-long drive up to the hunting grounds, we
decided, since I was hunting where Phil was hunting and Dad was hunting where
Tommy was, that we would just switch vehicles. In the Suburban was Phil and I,
and in Tommy’s truck was Dad and Tommy.
On our way to the hunting
grounds, we noticed a big buck on the side of the road. Now, you must understand
that, since it was in the rut, the bucks were kinda crazy and not thinking. So
Phil decided to slow down and let the big boy cross the road safely. He didn’t
cross, so Phil sped up...So did the deer. We were almost clear of him when he
ran out onto the road and smacked into the back of the car.
Solemnly we
pulled over, expecting to find the back end of the car smashed in. We got out
and, to our surprise, the only evidence of the encounter was a 2-inch dent in
the side of the car and a puddle of blood on the road. No, there was no dead
deer. According to Dad and Tommy, who were directly behind us, the deer had hit
the Suburban, flipped over, then got up and ran away.
So, after that, we
got back in the car and drove to our property, but not before having another
close encounter with the crazed-buck kind. A smaller buck standing in the middle
of the road, most likely chasing a doe; except this time, we didn’t hit him, he
just kinda ran into the woods before we got to him.
So, there's part 1! Hope you enjoyed it because who knows when I'll have time to write the rest! I've been really busy lately...
Yours Cheesey,
Dominic
Lookin' forward to part deux! =)
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