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Topic: Empty Nester/Retirement (from work) (09/10/09)
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TITLE: Tree Perch | Previous Challenge Entry
By stanley Bednarz
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A steep a ravine near a ticklish copper creek borders my left. Douglas fir and cherry trees mingle near the logging road. Follow the deer path beneath the scented canopy of pine until out stretched is this perch made for watching nature's splendor.
My friend the beaver slaps his tail on the waters below to let me know, its still invitation only. The Red headed woodpecker is marking his timber. It's good to see old Tom Turkey spending time with his hen and the whole brood. As you know, he sometimes plays the field when spring is in the air. Well now, if it isn't Mrs. Black Bear way up on the ridge lumbering around looking for a winter den. It's just not the same for her since the kids moved on.
Looks like gold in the morning sun rising over the naked tree tops. I've got silver in the morning dew. The leaves on trees are bronze, twirling in the breeze for the fall dance. I am a wealthy man. This is my domain. The place God meant for me to subdue.
A few minutes later... I smell like a dry outhouse toilet. The cold is eating me from the toes upward, until I shake with hypothermia. Even the poor people are somewhere sipping a cup of soup, or drinking hot chocolate at the Rescue Mission.
Just give me that BIG DA-DA BA-BA-B-UCK! Com-ON!
If the beaver can play, then so can you Mr. Buck. The beaver is a little edgy, but that's because he sent the kids up the creek to build their own dam houses. Don't blame me it's just the trade off from the fall. Roses/thorns. Birth pain, and then boundless joy!. Venison or tossed salad? No fall, no faith. NO need for us.
Stop hugging those trees, and know God will bless my chainsaw, as much as the venison.
A couple of does meander under my stand. So I get like a statue, while my heart is racing. They dine on tender yellow leaves delicately chewing the cud. It is a study in God's perfect cycle. A delicate balance, as I train my rifle toward the shadow in a vibrating thicket. The old buck steps out in to the clearing. A 14-point rack!
"Come to papa." I say, under my breadth. Time to retire my friend.
POW! POW!
The shots ring over the ridge as a trailing echo. The smell of burning powder fills my frozen nostrils. Sweet addiction.
He falls hard. The sudden and final force of violence shakes me to the core. I'm having trophy guilt. Could I be a predator, or just another NIMROD?
I'm retired. What? Play cards all day? Forget it!
What would Dan Blankenship do?
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