MY FRIEND TIGER AND HIS DEER HUNTING STORY

(Copyright 1990-1996 John A. Clack)

THIS STORY IS ABOUT A DEAR FRIEND THAT I FISHED WITH FOR MANY MANY YEARS. I MUST TELL YOU FIRST ABOUT HIM AND HIS STORIES. HE HAD A HABIT OF STRETCHING THE TRUTH QUIT A BIT. I TAKE THAT BACK HE MURDERED THE TRUTH. BUT HE NEVER HURT ANYONE WITH HIS STORIES JUST HIM-SELF. I'LL CALL HIM TIGER IN THESE TALL TALES. AND THERE ARE MANY..

ONE OF THE STORIES THAT HE TOLD AND ONE THAT I LIKE QUITE A BIT IS ABOUT DEAR HUNTING WITH A BOW AND ARROW. IT SEEMED THAT NO MATTER WHAT STORY ANYBODY TOLD HE WOULD TRY TO BETTER IT. THIS IS ONE OF THOSE TALES.

IT SEEMS THAT TIGER WAS HUNTING ALONE AND THE WHOLE WEEK HE HADN'T SEEN A DEER. AS HE TELLS THE STORY IT WAS JUST BEFORE DUSK ON THE LAST DAY OF SEASON. AND AS I MENTIONED NO DEER. TIGER NOTICED A SQUIRREL ON A LOG ABOUT 30 YARDS AWAY AND HE THOUGHT HE WOULD TRY A SHOT JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT. WELL JUST AS HE LET THE ARROW FLY A BEAUTIFUL TEN POINT BUCK JUMPED UP FROM BEHIND THE LOG AND THE ARROW HIT THE DEER IN THE FRONT QUARTER. TIGER SAID THAT HE TRACKED THE DEER FROM THE BLOOD STAINS FOR ABOUT A MILE THEN LOST THE TRAIL. THIS COULD PROBABLY HAPPEN, BUT NOT TO BE OUT DONE HE CONTINUED TO GO ON WITH THE TALE ABOUT THE FOLLOWING YEAR HE WAS IN THE SAME SPOT HUNTING AND LOW AND BEHOLD HE HEARD THIS RUSTLING IN THE BRUSH AND THERE WAS A DEER, NOT JUST ANY DEER BUT THE ONE HE HAD WOUNDED THE PREVIOUS YEAR, TIGER KNEW THIS BECAUSE HE STILL HAD PART OF THE ARROW HIM, AND TIGER SEEN THAT THE FEATHERS WERE THE ONES FROM HIS ARROW. THIS TIME TIGER TOOK CAREFUL AIM, DREW BACK THE ARROW AND FIRED, HITTING THE DEER MORTALLY WOUNDING THE ANIMAL. TIGER TRACKED THE DEER AND THE BLOOD SPOTS WERE LARGER AND DARKER SO HE KNEW THAT IT WOULDN'T BE LONG NOW. HE COULD SEE AHEAD THE WOUNDED DEER STAGGERING OVER THE CREST OF THIS SMALL HILL AND AS TIGER SAID IT WAS ALMOST OVER SO HE PROCEEDED TO TAKE HIS TIME.

AS TIGER REACHED THE TOP OF THE SMALL HILL HE WAS STUNNED TO SEE THAT THE DEER HAD GOT INTO QUICKSAND AND THE LAST THING HE SAW WAS THE DEERS ANTLERS SINK OUT OF SIGHT IN THE QUICKSAND. SO HE LOST A TROPHY TO BRING BACK TO THE CITY. AND NOBODY COULD DOUBT HIS STORY......AT LEAST NOT IN FRONT OF HIM....



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