Friday evening loomed dark and dreary. Storm clouds were gathering on the northern horizon and were being push toward us by a cold front. Just the direction Ben and I were heading. It didn't look good for our weekend hunt. I had promised Ben in September that we would hunt together the weekend of October 23rd & 24th. He had been looking forward to this time ever since. Even though Ben is seven years old, he has already developed the internal fire for archery and the desire to bow hunt. A youth longbow by Ed Mikuta had already started the spark that was naturally fed by a doting grandfather. So this was not a time for me to discourage him by staying home. Besides, Ben had his Gameboy and Old Maid cards if we were trapped in the trailer for any extended time.
As we headed north into Southeastern Oklahoma from our home in Texas, rain shower after rain shower slowed our drive. The occasional thunder and lightening could not dampen Ben's enthusiasm for the hunt.
We arrived at the camp and trailer that had been set up several weeks prior, unloaded our gear and went to bed. Thunder storms rolled during the night. By 6:00am they had subsided but it was still overcast and gloomy. After a quick breakfast of cinnamon rolls and chocolate milk, Ben was ready. We drove the 2 miles back into the Oklahoma woods and parked the truck in the early morning darkness. The rain had softened the dry leaves and made walking the 300 or so yards to our Double Bull blind seem as if were were walking on cotton. As the dark amber glow of the morning sun began to spread it's light, we settled into our respective place inside the cozy blind. For three and a half hours, Ben sat there intently watching and listening for any tell tail sign of an approaching critter. By 10:30am there had been none. We decided that we would go in for lunch and return about 2:00pm for the evening hunt. Mother Nature however, had other plans. By the time we arrived back at the trailer, it was raining pitch forks and puppy dogs. The wind blew, the trees swayed and the trailer shuttered when it thundered. Nothing to do but play cards. I must have been the Old Maid 47 times. By 4 o'clock Ben had decided that if he was going to be rained in, he would much rather be at his "Nanny's" house than stuck in a 13' trailer with his Pa Pa. Luckily the rain had slowed to a nasty drizzle and we went to pick up our blind. After a long, wet and very muddy trip, we backed into a small parking spot just off the road.
While our trip was not successful in the normal sense of the word, there were lessons learned by the young nimrod. Not all hunting trips end with game taken. Mother Natural can sometimes be cruel as we discovered the remains of a (cont)
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