My Thirteenth 12th Birthday
Randomly I would stop and study an area very closely putting my very good nose to the ground sniffing around for information.
I had just made it to the little corn field when suddenly King, the buck deer, jumped out of the standing corn and scared me to death.
I jumped a mile in the sky. I didn’t even know he was anywhere close.
I even howled in terror!
“Shhhhh”, King whispered. “Be silent little friend. There are hunters in the area, and I don’t want to be found.”
“HUNTERS! What Kind of Hunters?” I exclaimed.
“The kind with guns, Boomer!” King visibly trembled when he pronounced the guns part.
“WHAT!?!?! Mom and Dad don’t let hunters on the farm!” I looked at King in a very puzzled way.
“Right now, they aren’t on the farm, Boomer, they are on the farm just over there.” King swung his head to the west. “And with a gun, My Dog Friend, they don’t HAVE to be on your farm to hunt. They just shoot and then climb over all the fences and drag big deer off your farm and back onto the other farm. They even cut the fences if the fences get in their way.”
“Hunters!” I sat down and pondered this very scary information.
“Okay, King. How about I help you? You can come back to the farmyard with me and hang out in the hay stackyard. You can hang out there all winter if you like. At some point, the cows will be here and you can then go back out onto the farm with them. Surely the hunters won’t shoot you in the middle of the cows.”
“I could, Boomer, but won’t your folks be upset to see me hanging around at the hay stackyard,” King asked.
“No, Mom loves seeing you and Momma deer and Princess and anyone or anything else that comes up to visit. She might even take your photo. She likes to do stuff like that. Come on, King lets head back to the farm and get you safe.”
King looked at me; gave me a playful push with his horns! “Okay, Dog friend, I’ll take you up on staying with you for hunting season. But first I have to find Momma deer. Last summer was really hard on her, the coyotes attacked her and the little fawn and chewed her up pretty bad. Little Fawn didn’t make it. It was sure was a rough time.”
“Oh! No! That’s terrible, King…coyotes are scary, scary creatures. Okay, let me help you find Momma, then lets all head back to the farm. You can both live there until the cows come home.”
With that King and I took off heading on around the little cornfield; heading toward the Back Forty.