to and fro looking for food themselves. Instead of wasting time and energy this morning, I settled for a few tree rodents to suffice my appetite for the day. Tails clenched in one hand and with the gun in the other, I slowly worked my way back uphill to the cabin.
After reaching my new home I cleaned and skinned the squirrels. The tails I kept to see if I could use them to make a lure for fishing. I filled the pot with water and put in the squirrels. A new fire was kindled and the pot placed beside it to slowly cook. I added a few things hanging around to give the stew a little more zest, then set to work scouting for wood. The old axe head that came with the cabin was all I had, besides the hatchet head. I had made a new handle for the axe, and would do the same for the hatchet as well. There was a blade to a bow saw in the cabin, but it had no handle of any kind. I imagined I could try to fashion one and maybe I could find a couple of screws to fasten the blade to it. If anything I could head back to the camper. I’m sure there were useful items such as screws or nails I could salvage from it. The thought of returning to that area though wasn’t very comforting. Emotions aside, if I needed something I was going to have to return. Especially if it meant the need of survival depended on it.
The afternoon went by rather fast. Cutting and chopping what wood I brought in, and adding a stick here and there to the fire was the length of it. After chores were done I checked on the stew. It was ready to be eaten anytime now, so I emptied it into bowls to cool and took the pot and my canteen to the spring. I rinsed the pot out at the spring, and drank some water before topping off both containers. Then I hiked back to the cabin to settle in for the evening.
Squirrels chattered and birds chirped away outside the cabin as I ate my meal. It was an incredible experience living here. Best part about it was no one knew I was here, and there wasn’t anyone living within miles of me. Or at least that’s what I was assuming. You couldn’t be sure, and after that last run in I didn’t want to make myself feel too safe. It was going to be an important thing to stay alert and to be prepared for any unwanted guests. Funny how I use to wish someone would visit me, now I find myself hoping that no visitors show up at the door.
After dinner I cleaned up then took out the radio. I hadn’t tried listening to it since I got it back. I cranked it up then turned it on and listened to the static playing. It was a horrible scene to witness. I was standing there in a now darkening cabin at sunset, listening to a radio with no music and no words. When I was done listening to the static play reminding me of my need for human interaction, I ran the dial up and down until I was sure I had attempted to listen to every station. Unfortunately the only thing coming through the speaker was that annoying sound.
Just before I shut off the radio I thought I heard something. A break in the continuous static that played its song of doom. I must have been imagining things. I hadn’t heard anything coming from this for what seemed to be an eternity. There it was again though. The sound wasn’t clear and it didn’t sound like a voice or music, but there was something sort of signal coming through. I wondered if a short wave radio would interfere with my radio somehow. Maybe someone was close by? I kept moving the dial slightly trying to catch the signal. Then I heard it. Plain as day I heard a gurgled voice. The radio wasn’t tuning into the signal, but it was there just the same.
I jumped up and down in celebration! It was crazy, but I couldn’t help but celebrate the possibility that things might be returning to order. I ran outside and brought some wood into the cabin to use in the stove. Coffee was in order, and I would spend the rest of
After reaching my new home I cleaned and skinned the squirrels. The tails I kept to see if I could use them to make a lure for fishing. I filled the pot with water and put in the squirrels. A new fire was kindled and the pot placed beside it to slowly cook. I added a few things hanging around to give the stew a little more zest, then set to work scouting for wood. The old axe head that came with the cabin was all I had, besides the hatchet head. I had made a new handle for the axe, and would do the same for the hatchet as well. There was a blade to a bow saw in the cabin, but it had no handle of any kind. I imagined I could try to fashion one and maybe I could find a couple of screws to fasten the blade to it. If anything I could head back to the camper. I’m sure there were useful items such as screws or nails I could salvage from it. The thought of returning to that area though wasn’t very comforting. Emotions aside, if I needed something I was going to have to return. Especially if it meant the need of survival depended on it.
The afternoon went by rather fast. Cutting and chopping what wood I brought in, and adding a stick here and there to the fire was the length of it. After chores were done I checked on the stew. It was ready to be eaten anytime now, so I emptied it into bowls to cool and took the pot and my canteen to the spring. I rinsed the pot out at the spring, and drank some water before topping off both containers. Then I hiked back to the cabin to settle in for the evening.
Squirrels chattered and birds chirped away outside the cabin as I ate my meal. It was an incredible experience living here. Best part about it was no one knew I was here, and there wasn’t anyone living within miles of me. Or at least that’s what I was assuming. You couldn’t be sure, and after that last run in I didn’t want to make myself feel too safe. It was going to be an important thing to stay alert and to be prepared for any unwanted guests. Funny how I use to wish someone would visit me, now I find myself hoping that no visitors show up at the door.
After dinner I cleaned up then took out the radio. I hadn’t tried listening to it since I got it back. I cranked it up then turned it on and listened to the static playing. It was a horrible scene to witness. I was standing there in a now darkening cabin at sunset, listening to a radio with no music and no words. When I was done listening to the static play reminding me of my need for human interaction, I ran the dial up and down until I was sure I had attempted to listen to every station. Unfortunately the only thing coming through the speaker was that annoying sound.
Just before I shut off the radio I thought I heard something. A break in the continuous static that played its song of doom. I must have been imagining things. I hadn’t heard anything coming from this for what seemed to be an eternity. There it was again though. The sound wasn’t clear and it didn’t sound like a voice or music, but there was something sort of signal coming through. I wondered if a short wave radio would interfere with my radio somehow. Maybe someone was close by? I kept moving the dial slightly trying to catch the signal. Then I heard it. Plain as day I heard a gurgled voice. The radio wasn’t tuning into the signal, but it was there just the same.
I jumped up and down in celebration! It was crazy, but I couldn’t help but celebrate the possibility that things might be returning to order. I ran outside and brought some wood into the cabin to use in the stove. Coffee was in order, and I would spend the rest of
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