Student Spotlight: A-Hunting We Will Go, part 2

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This week's Student Spotlight is a three-part short story from Southern Crescent student Jeremy Cato. Keep your eye on the blog over the next week for the next installments!

Link to Part 1

A-Hunting We Will Go: Part 2

by Jeremy Cato

       As I came to the edge of the hill, I looked down at the creek. Half way down I could see where a barbed wire fence was once, and in that fence, tied up like a knotted string on a shoe, was Ryan. “Oh my God,” I shouted.  I started my decline calling his name. As I reached him, I could hear his low cursing mixed with moans and groans that were obvious from the way he was tied up with the fence. “Are you ok?” I asked. He just looked at me. His eyes filled with rage and fire. I checked him out to make sure he wasn’t badly cut. Thank goodness he only possessed a few scrapes that weren’t that bad. “ Are you ok?” I asked. He just looked at  me with a demonic look on his face and  fire in his eyes.  “What took you so long”! he demanded. I studied him a second and replied, “I had to wait till I could see since I left my flashlight in the tree stand,” I cried. “Well get me out of this crap, NOW,” he screamed. “I can’t believe I walked off the edge of the hill as many times as I hunted this stand,” he exclaimed. I looked him over a minute examining the situation he was in. “Ok, it looks like I got to go to the truck and get some wire cutters, you going to be ok until I get back?” I asked.  “Do I have a choice?” he yelled. With the rage being detected in his voice, I just turned and walked away shaking my head with a smirk on my face. I knew I had to wait to laugh, even though it was wrong of me, but it would be so considerate of me to do so. Deep down inside I knew he would be laughing his ass of at me as soon as he seen me in that predicament. I literally sprinted back to the truck. A very hard task considering I still had my gun and all. 

             The tool box on the back of my truck contained a vast majority of tools, so I had everything I needed to help Ryan out. I grabbed the bolt cutters, a hammer, and a multiple set of pliers for holding and twisting the barbed wire to free him. If this didn’t do the job, he was sure enough in trouble. I closed the toolbox and began my way back to free Ryan from his barbed wire imprisonment. I was just about to him when I heard him scream and shout. I heard a gunshot, but it wasn’t a rifle, it was Ryan’s 357 magnum pistol. We both carried a hand pistol for back up. It echoed through the woods like thunder during a rainstorm. I believe the ground shook as well.  Chill bumps ran up and down my spine like radio waves seen on a monitor. I broke out into a full run to get to him quicker. I was running so fast I just about ran by him.

Continue to Part 3