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Rick
11-20-2009, 09:08 PM
I don't get no respect.

I have resigned myself to the fact that I am destined to live out my life being the butt of any foul joke the Good Lord sees fit to play on me. And I must say he has a most bizarre, almost perverted, sense of humor. At least looking at from where I stand it sure seems that way. Perhaps I am being offered up some divine lesson that I am simply too slow to grasp. The latest one goes something like this….

I have planned to go squirrel hunting since the season began and every well thought out plan has been undone, unraveled and thwarted by forces I am powerless to suppress. My wife always seems to come up with something I need to do.

No more! Today was the day. After considerable and lengthy preparations, my meticulous and well thought out plan was beginning to unfold. I loaded the back of the truck with my pack, my sleeping pad, my favorite wool blanket, my pillow and my latest unread copy of Backpacker Magazine. I tossed in an ice chest, a heater and a 5 gallon igloo water cooler. In the front end I loaded my day pack, my brand spanking new, still shiny, Diana RWS .177 pellet plinker, my Ruger Single Six and my very manly Springfield XD .45.

Pointing the nose of my truck south I was off for a day of squirrel hunting, setting a few snares, a relaxing evening in the back of the truck vicariously hiking amazing trails. Then, I would finish up hunting on Saturday. Life is sweet.

It was a beautiful fall day with temperatures hovering in the upper 40s as I pulled onto Route 31 with Morgan-Monroe State Forest a scant half hour ahead.

It must have been close to 25 miles when a gnawing uneasiness began to pester me. Traffic was light. The sun was warm. Still. Then it dawned on me. I had forgotten my fleece. That was it. Oh, well. Plenty of woolly cloth on board. Not to worry. It must have been about 40 miles when I finally realized I’d taken the wrong route. Are you kidding me?! This can’t be right? I would do that? It was about the same time that I also realized I didn’t have a map with me. What?! No map?! Of all the lame brained things to do. So I pull into a gas station and purchase an $8.00 map. It was the only map they had. But, it was a nice map. A very good map. It was covered with plastic. It was weather proof. The fact that everything was too small to see mattered not. It was a pretty map. Fortunately, I had remembered my glasses and after carefully scrutinizing the map and multiple attempts to bring it into focus, the sad realization of my hideous error was now all too apparent. Gadzooks! This will cost me a good hour, I mumbled. Undaunted, I hit the road again.

The road across country was a decent state route. Winding perhaps. Hilly for certain. About half way toward my destination I heard an almost imperceptible thump. It wasn’t loud but I had certainly heard it. The drive train sounded fine. The gauges showed everything to be in working order. Hmmm. Oh, well.

I arrived much later than I would have preferred but I was there and that was all that matter. I marched around to the passenger door and shouldered my smaller day pack along with my .45 and Ruger and slid my precious new .177 out of its case. The guttural noise was that primordial sound that all men make as they prepare for the sport of the chase. I stepped to the back of the trunk, dropped the tail gate and watched as what was left of the 5 gallons of water dripped out of the back of the truck. The guttural noise was probably gas.

That thump. Ah, yes, the thump. It must have been when the water cooler turned over. Or when the lid popped off. Or when the 5 gallons of water poured into the bed of the truck and soaked everything that I had put back there. That thump.

Not to worry. I came here to kill and by Gawrd I will kill. Off into the woods I marched. Through the aftermath of four full days of rain I marched. Into the quagmire and muck I marched. Into the depth of the…hello? What’s this? Beer cans? Who in the he….I took a deep breath. I despise anyone who dumps their trash in the woods. I loathe them. I curse their left foot. It was about then that I looked upward.

“Do you mind? Can you cut me one break today? You know how long I have been planning this. Just one,” I said as I picked up the beer cans and stuffed them into my pack. Off into the woods again. Still through the quagmire. Still through the muck. Still through the…hello? What’s this? A brand new orange baseball hat. Now. I won’t try to tell you He dropped it there but where I was no one had been. If they had, they would still be stuck in the mud. But there was that hat. Truly, it was brand new. Never having been worn by all appearances and not a speck of dirt on it. I looked skyward again.

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about! Thanks.”

The catch was there were no squirrels on that ridge. There were no birds on that ridge. There was nothing that breathed on that ridge except me. I spent three hours in fine silt. Three hours in nature’s finest muck.

Oh, no you don’t. Uh uh. No, sir. You aren’t getting me that cheap. So, down the road I went until I found yet another fine ridge. I loaded on my gear and out through the woods I went. This was a fine ridge indeed. A very fine ridge. There was no mud. No goop. Just a very fine ridge. And….hello? What’s this? A squirrel? Yes! Bless my soul a furry little grey squirrel bounding across the ground. I was giddy. I tingled with excitement like a school girl on her first date. The little squirrel bounded across the ground and jumped over a log.

In hind sight, I can say with some certainty, no, with absolute certainty that the little squirrel had no idea there were two deer bedded down on the back side of the log. For all I know he jumped on one of them because all I saw was a blinding blur of brown and white fur. I seem to remember a speck of grey but, then, it could have just been my imagination. Either way, those deer bolted, nay, exploded off the ground like they were titan missiles. I am quite certain it was right then I screamed like a little girl. The deer flew. I don’t remember seeing their hooves touch the ground. They could have been Santa Claus deer for all I know. Whatever the case, they disappeared down into the valley like a pair of F-22 Raptors. They floated in unison around trees and bushes. They really did.

It took me a minute to get things back together. I had forgotten about guttural sounds. I had forgotten about the sport of the chase. I had even forgotten about that squirrel. I have no idea what happened to it. It may have ridden one of those deer into the valley. I might still be lying on the back side of that log, quite dead from a heart attack.

I took a quick assessment of the days events and came to the conclusion that there was probably something at home my wife needed me to do. Some menial task that needed my expert hand. So I trudged back to my truck and loaded my gear into the front end. I paused for a moment and watched the water still dripping out of the tail gate. I shook my head and pointed the truck back toward home.

As I was leaving the woods, that squirrel was on the side of the road. He flipped me the bird as I drove by. I think it was a robin.

I don’t get no respect.

Pal334
11-20-2009, 09:14 PM
And what did Mrs. Rick say when you got back? Mmmmm?

Rick
11-20-2009, 09:15 PM
Let's just say the trash has been taken out.

crashdive123
11-20-2009, 09:20 PM
Well, it made for a mighty fine story.

panch0
11-20-2009, 09:21 PM
Dang Rick, you and me must have the same guardian angel asleep on the job as I do.

Ken
11-20-2009, 09:27 PM
I have planned to go squirrel hunting since the season began and every well thought out plan has been undone, unraveled and thwarted by forces I am powerless to suppress.

Squirrel Hunting, huh? Bad Luck All Day, huh? :sneaky2:


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2dumb2kwit
11-20-2009, 09:28 PM
It was a sad story, Rick...but you told it well.
Better luck, next time.

klkak
11-20-2009, 09:30 PM
That story almost made me cry.......almost but not quite

Survival Guy 10
11-20-2009, 09:30 PM
very good story crappy luck

Camp10
11-20-2009, 09:47 PM
Can you say...Murphy's law?!!

Sarge47
11-21-2009, 01:21 AM
...poor guy! Take it easy ole' buddy! Just climb into the old Twinkie suit and take deep breaths. What do you mean: "Butt of every joke?" There wasn't anything funny at all about that story...except taking the wrong route, losing the water, forgetting your fleece, the squirrel calling for help from Bambi.. ...did I leave anything out? :innocent::sneaky2::cool2:

COWBOYSURVIVAL
11-21-2009, 10:01 AM
Very well written Rick, I enjoyed the reading quite alot.

oly
11-21-2009, 10:02 AM
Pointing the nose of my truck south I was off for a day of squirrel hunting, setting a few snares, a relaxing evening in the back of the truck vicariously hiking amazing trails. Then, I would finish up hunting on Saturday. Life is sweet.

Not all was a bad exsperience for you.

pocomoonskyeyes
11-21-2009, 12:54 PM
Story telling reminiscent of Baxter Black!! Very well done Rick! Although I would point out that it isn't respect but luck you don't have.

Winnie
11-21-2009, 12:57 PM
What Poco said:innocent:

nell67
11-21-2009, 10:38 PM
That story almost made me cry.......almost but not quite
Cry?? Heck no,I was laughing my butt off all the way through the story!

Sorry Rick,better luck next time.:sneaky2:

your_comforting_company
11-22-2009, 08:28 AM
Very well told Rick.

maybe you didn't bring home a meal and perhaps everything went wrong, but if you look at it like I do, you brought home an amazing story to tell. you got to spend some time out in God's creation enjoying the beauty, seeing things that you will never see at home. Even when things don't go as planned, you gotta look on the bright side. It sounds to me like you had a super awesome time and I only wish I could have been there to experience it too.
Now I sit here in front of the computer vicariously sitting in fine silt for 3 hours, I can smell and taste the swamp, I can feel the excitement as the deer bolted, my heart races. OH how I love being out there!
great story, bud. thanks for sharing!

Ken
11-22-2009, 09:09 AM
Very well told Rick.

Yes. But was it the WHOLE story? :innocent:

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your_comforting_company
11-22-2009, 09:39 AM
That looks like me after last weekends hunting trip, nix the suit, I wouldn't be caught dead in a suit.

I was gonna cross a little bitty ankle deep slough of water between two islands... third step sunk to my manhood.. funny afterwards.. not so funny crawling out of the mud like that guy.

Ken
11-22-2009, 09:49 AM
I wouldn't be caught dead in a suit.

I just think of them as being my Carhartts. :innocent:

Rick
11-22-2009, 10:05 AM
I generally get a good laugh when things go wrong as long as it isn't serious stuff. But all the things that happened that day were just little annoyances. I would have liked to have spent the night but I sure wasn't gonna do it on a wet bed. Otherwise, it was great to be outside and in the woods.

Ken
11-22-2009, 10:14 AM
I generally get a good laugh when things go wrong as long as it isn't serious stuff. But all the things that happened that day were just little annoyances. I would have liked to have spent the night but I sure wasn't gonna do it on a wet bed. Otherwise, it was great to be outside and in the woods.

Wow. Musta' been a real annoying day if you thought you were gonna' wet your bed. :innocent:

Rick
11-22-2009, 10:17 AM
You are a sick, sick person. (shaking head)

Ken
11-22-2009, 10:19 AM
You are a sick, sick person. (shaking head)

Well, I figured you've already done enough banning for the day, so it was safe to post that. :innocent: