Post by Bukmastr on Sept 22, 2005 15:55:34 GMT -5
I went to a very remote area of a swamp, where I scouted last winter, hopeing to murder the buck that had left the tell tale signs that this was his bedroom. I took my gung ho son, "Rat Slayer" along just cuase I felt I have not yet been punished enough during this life Anywho, we find that the briars and thorns and vines have made the area way to diffacult for me to quiety sneek my 14 year old in there without alerting the world. So While I was wipeing all the blood off of my arms from the briars and pulling the wasp stinger out from between my to fingers, I noticed the creek that runs into the swamp and right past the tree we were trying to make it to was dryed up to a crispy dirt Alright!!! We just walk right up the dry creek bed and straight up the tree. "Dan" I told myself, "You are a GENIUS" Anywho, for some reason that dried up crispy type of quicksand has a delayed reaction and somehow knows when you are directly in the middle of the river bed. I started to panic as I felt the boys go under, but I was able to lie forward and spread out my upper body to keep from going down like the titanic. It was just then that I realized, "Hey, Im not in trouble here!! My son the Rat Slayer is on shore and can go for help. But that was a short dream as I watched him walk over to see if it would support him. Somehow, someway, we crawled and pulled our way out of that hell. It took Rat Slayer almost 20 minutes just to get his right boot back We layed in the briars stairing up at the sky in the sweat and the blood and the smelliest muck you have ever seen which was now completly covering both our bodies and realized... Hey, some how we crawled to safety, and ended up right under our tree.. What luck!!! No, not luck, this is a sign from god, He would bring us a buck tonight Hell, we still had almost 15 minutes of shooting light left, I scraped as much mud off as I could and quickly put up two stands. I was even able to make a hole in the ball of mud that I was sure was my camera, big enough to film thru. Now it was just sit and wait. Suddenly at the edge of darkness we hear a big lone deer rise out of a bed 25 yards into the thick crap..... And head the other way Well it didn't take long for darkness to fall onto the swamp. This time we chose the briars and thorns and occasional wasp nest over the nice easy dry river bed. By the time we made it to the truck we both were covered in mud head to toe with bright red blood oozeing out all over the place. And guess what.... The Sherrif was waiting for us " You boy'z are comeing out of the woods a bit late, ain't ya? I swear, I didn't know "Bite me" could get you a disorderly ticket? Any who, when he got his spotlight on us he screemed " GOOD GOD, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU TWO!!!!! After I talked him out of the abulance call he was apoligetic and said he wouldn't bother us no more. Any who.... Just another deerless day in the swamp
I usually pull one or two studid ideas that get me in trouble each year. Hopefully just that one this year. It could of been worse, we could of actually shot the buck, then tried to get him thru those briars and thorns, and wasps. 
