Passing On, A work of Fiction

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  1. kyhunter99

    kyhunter99 12 pointer

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    "Passing On"
    By Kyhunter99
    Copyright 2020

    Chapter 1

    Earl Lester packed his lunch of kit kats, slim jims, and peanut butter into his camo backpack. The clock read 3:30am and the house stood stock still, not that it was empty. The wife and kids had church at 11 but until then it would take a literal earthquake to wake them. He didnt like that they slept so late but on the other hand because they did it wasnt much trouble to slip out on a Sunday for a morning hunt.
    Earl walked from the mudroom to the kitchen one last time, grabbed his coffee and headed out to his cold 4 wheel drive. Backpack slung by one strap over his shoulder. Remington .308 over the other.
    The cold made his blood run hot, made him very aware of the time of year, aware of the mornings possibilities. He had an hours drive to his prime spot, the wind according to the weather channel was finally in his favor for a stand he put up months before, overlooking a roughcut field that was lined with oaks on two sides. The old man who owned the property started letting him hunt it last year. And ever since he caught a 160 in velvet on his cheap trailcam it held all his attention much to his wife's dismay. Earl started the truck....
     
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  2. kyhunter99

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    "This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental."
     
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    Earl started the truck..... had two flat tires. Went back in and woke his wife and fussed at her for driving it to store last night and running over nails.
     
  4. kyhunter99

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    Yall better buckle up because im about to prattle on about this story for a while.
    Prepare for the prattlin!
     
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  5. rcb216

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    Bring it. Sounded good so far.
     
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    no he ran out of gas. wife was sopost to put gas in it last night on her way home from town. lol..
     
  7. CRFmxracer

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    He smelled something. Wife put dryer sheets in with his camo and now he smells like “summers breeze”
     
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    Chapter 2

    The cab warmed up along the way to the interstate, Earls thoughts briefly focused on the temperature illuminated on the dash, 29.
    Damn good temp. Especially for this unusually warm wet fall. He had been out with his bow trying to nab this monster, but between the rain and the irritatingly wrong wind conditions--wind that loved blowing into the does bedding area--he had only had a handful of sits on this farm.
    Today could be the day, 8 days into rifle season. How Earl hated hearing the "best time to kill a big one" cliche, because it said the first two days. Probably didnt mean much but it still bugged him enough to worry about his buck.
    "His" buck, he shook his head and took another sip from his tumbler.
    Earls eyes stayed wide, watching for deer constantly in the illuminated patch of road and shoulders ahead. Like hell was he going to hit a doe and wreck his truck on this morning. No way.
    He could tell he was in the company of guys with a like mind, only 4am and he had passed and been passed by plenty of trucks, ones with 4 wheelers in their beds and some lugging side by sides behind them. It was on. The feelings of brotherhood welled up in him. But also the thought any of them could be going to a neighboring property and shooting his buck. If he hasnt gotten taken already. Or blown out, or locked down, damnit.
    He pushed his mind out of things that would agitate him like that but it only made him slip into thoughts of his dad, who had gotten the bad news last summer, lung cancer.
    The man who took him for his first hunt, first deer, was too weak from chemo to go tromping through the woods this year.
    What bad luck he thought, because grandpa had just passed. It was one after another like life had something against him. Losing papaw and then dad having this... Earl was hit by a wave of anger. The unfairness of it all. It tore a rift in his well formed life he had built, tore a rift between him and God for the first time since he was a teen. The buck was a good distraction from it all, and he had talked to his dad alot about him.
    This time when he took a sip the coffee tasted worse than usual. He swallowed but it wasnt easy.
    His truck cruised off the ramp and to a lonely 3 way stop. No light, he turned left. 1 mile to the farm.
     
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    In the basement
    Earl pulled his truck into the driveway of the far. Much to his dismay, 2 other trucks were sitting parked. Someone had found out about his deer. Earl stopped his truck an got out to take a piss. I should piss on his tires he mumbled to himself. Back in the truck an heading back up the interstate, he hoped these other hunters would not kill his deer. The bitterness that he felt just kept building. He pulled in his driveway as thoughts of giving up deer hunting ran through his mind.
    He quietly hoped the door to the mud room. As he removed his hunting clothes, he thought getting an extra couple hours of sleep would be nice.
    As he crept down the hall, he was alarmed to here noise coming from his bedroom. He pushed open the door to see his wife an
     
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    LMAO
     
  11. rcb216

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    His wife an.... Barney she was showing all his buck pictures and her recipes to Barney.
     
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    Lol
     
  13. kyhunter99

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    Chapter 3

    Earls boots eased through the frost bitten fescue, heel toe heel toe heel toe. He learned from his dad and his dad learned from his, although he was 250 yards from his stand there was no sense in taking the chance. He paused every 8 or 10 steps at first, ok maybe he was going overboard. It was a long walk afterall. His headlamp shined down then up then down again as he checked his path. Along the woodline he slipped, doing math again on how long he would sit until legal shooting light.
    Tying off his .308 and backpack to his haul line Earl was too focused to be excited. This was the part you didnt skimp over, not only was the ascent to the stand dangerous it was also the point of many painful errors. After leaving his pack filled with bullets and munchies, grunt call, and handwarmers unattached or still on his back or yadda yadda, only realizing the error when he was in the stand or about to the top. The latter was only amiss because while he could make it into his stand with his pack on it also meant he forgot to attach his harness to the lifeline, not a great feeling for him.
    A while back he had read about a hunter who fell out of his stand because his pack was snagged, he took his next buck from a wheelchair the article said. That was enough to turn him to the 'always attached to the tree' cult.
    Rifle empty, check. Pack secure, check. Rifle secure... check. Earl clipped his harness to the prussik and watched the misty breath poor from his mouth through the light of the lamp. His nose was running a little and he wiped his jacket across his face, his wife hated that but he wasnt about to use kleenex for it, that was saved for the bloodtrail.
     
  14. HeadedWest

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    I think I missed the bus, BUT, @kyhunter99 are you Objiwa?
     
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  15. kyhunter99

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    Lol. No. Did he write stuff? I miss his devotional contribution, i am not as good as he was.
     

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