Post by bigsexy on Feb 16, 2010 16:04:18 GMT -8
There he sat in the dark with all the familiar smells charging his senses. the strong smell of a fresh dew on the leaves and the ripeness of the acorns.The Hunter was back on sacred ground as the first tinges of light started to show through the canopy of timber that he had chose for this special occasion. It had been a long summer with lots of unforseen turns to bring the hunter back to this special place on this fall morning. With the soft gray light of the early morning mixed with the mist from the dew the hunter keept his eyes and ears tuned to the woods around him and he looked down at the rifle in his hands. this was not his rifle this was his fathers rifle, the one that the " old man" had purchased and told the hunter that some fall soon they could go to the woods and share the hunt together but the falls passed and time slipped away from them both. The hunter returned to the desert the home of his youth to share the old mans anniversary with him but when he got there the old man was in the hospital and the hunter knew he wasnt going home. the arrangements were made and the old man was laid to rest the hunter returned home with the old mans rifle. The hunter held the rifle tightly and peered through the soft mist for movement the woods were starting to awake first was the chatter of the small birds and the sounds of the squirells in the treetops starting to make their way to the acorns in the leaves on the floor of the timber.The hunter admired the rifle he held it was after all a beautifull piece of equipment and if the hunter had ever wanted to go back to gun hunting the Lyman Great Plains Rifle would be a treasured choice but this was the old mans rifle and had never been to the timber before. The hunters nephew told the hunter that him and the old man had shot the rifle and the nephew told the hunter to take it home.the hunters nephew didnt like the rifle and made it known. the hunter was glad as it was almost everything that was left to remind him of the old man and he carried it proudly to the timber this morning in the dark. Morning was well broken the mist was all but gone and hard light was streaming through the canopy now the hunter was enjoying his private time to reflect on the year and years past he thought about his bow and wished he had it with him but today was different. He took the old mans rifle out to share the hunt that they never got to share. The hunter sees movement and the deer appear from thin air. Three of them walking in line. All bucks all about the same size. No trophy just good eating the old man always said you cant eat horn.The hunter snaps out of his deep reflections and thingys the muzzleloader takes careful aim and squeezes the shot off. the young buck drops where he stood the hunter gets down from his reflective perch and goes about the work involved in harvesting meat.later that evening while eating fresh deer chops the hunters little girl says she wants the old mans rifle. the hunter smiles and says when she's ready to share a hunt with the hunter and the old man to let him know he would be proud to let her have the "old mans" rifle .
By Bigsexy 2010
By Bigsexy 2010
