This week's Student Spotlight is a three-part short story from Southern Crescent student Jeremy Cato.
Link to Part 1
Link to Part 2
A-Hunting We Will Go: Part 3
by Jeremy Cato
I walk closer to him, asking over and over if he was ok, and I pleaded to him as I hurried as fast
as I could to get back. Ryan just hung there shaking and had a look upon his
face of complete madness. Fire replaced his eyes. He seemed as though he was in
shock or something. As I drew near him I detected a foul odor that was strong
and fresh. Then it dawned on me what the smell was. It was deer urine. “What
did you do, spill the deer attractant on you while I was gone?” I asked, in a
kidding type of voice.
“THAT DAMN DEER PISSED
ON ME,” he blurted with a deep demonic voice.
“WHAT?” I asked in
dismay.
“Yeah, he came right up
to me, smelled me for a minute, and then hiked his leg up. I knew what he was
about to do so I moved enough to get my pistol from my shoulder holster and got
off a shot. I don’t know if I hit him or not,” he ranted and raved.
I finally got Ryan loose after at least an hour and a
half of cutting and pulling barbed wire. I helped him gather the things that he
lost on his roll down the hill and the sudden stop by the barbed wire. “Let’s
get to the truck and go home,” I barked.
“Heck yeah,” he chimed
back.
On the way back to the truck, Ryan told me more about the
deer that had urinated on him and the size of his monster antlers. “Wow, too
bad you didn’t kill him with your pistol, that would have been the trophy of a
life time!” I exclaimed.
“Sure would have,” he
answered back.
We went two more yards when all of a sudden this huge
buck jumped out of the brush five yards from us. I quickly took my gun off safety and shot the deer and it dropped to
the earth with a thud. I ran up to it and began examining my kill. He was a
beauty. As I examined him I noticed fresh blood on the buck as well as that
odor that their urine gives off.
“OH MY GOD, RYAN, THIS
IS THE DEER THAT PISSED IN YOU!!” I yelled. Ryan ran over and with an amazement
look on his face said, “I’ll be a mixed puppy, it is.”
“I could not have
gotten that lucky. I can’t believe it’s the same buck.” I said. Ryan said nothing but I went to work field-dressing
my kill. I finished my task and ask Ryan to help me drag it the rest of the way
to the truck. He refused at first, but I talked him into it. If he wanted some
of the meat it was his only option.
On the way home, Ryan didn’t say much. I guessed it was
because in reality it was his buck that was going to be mounted on my wall. A
nice fourteen pointer above my fire place instead of his, I took as an insult considering
he had dealings with the buck first.
We arrived at Ryan’s and when he got out of the truck he
told me he was done hunting. I didn’t question him. I went home to get my wall
ready for my deer head. Ryan and I haven’t gone hunting since. Summer is coming
soon and Ryan keeps bragging on this new fishing pole he has purchased. I went
and bought me one too. I guess our next adventures will consist of being on a
lake somewhere. I guess that bass boat I have always wanted will be in my drive
way this pay day.
The end!
