next morning. âWeâll arrive at your house at two sharp. Got that? Two sharp !â
âRight,â he said.
âDonât bother about breakfast. We can grab a quick bite at Greasy Gertâs Gas ânâ Grub just before we turn off the highway and head up to our hunting area. Now remember, two sharp !â
We picked Sidney up the next morning at exactly 5:35. He was furious. Naturally, Retch and I were puzzled. Then it occurred to me that since this was Sidneyâs first hunt, he didnât realize that when hunters say âtwo sharp,â they mean âsometime around five.â
âStop whimpering and toss your gear in back,â Retch said. âYou better not have forgot nothinâ either, because weâre not turninâ around and cominâ back for it! Now put your rifle in the rack next to mine.â
âWhat do you mean, next to yours?â
âThat olâ .30-06 right there ⦠Say, I wonder if you fellas would mind swinginâ by my house again. Just take a few minutes.â
After Retch had picked up his rifle and I had returned to my house for my sleeping bag and then we had gone back to Retchâs for his shells, it was almost six-thirty by the time we got out to the highway.
âArenât we going to be awfully late with all these delays?â Sidney asked. âWhat time will we start hunting?â
Retch and I looked at each other and laughed. âWhy, man, weâre already hunting!â Retch said. âThis is it. This is what huntingâs all about.â
We drove along for an hour, as Retch and I entertained Sidney with detailed accounts of other hunting trips. âIt was a tough shot, looked impossible to me at first,â Retch was saying. âThat six-point buck was going away from me at an angle and â¦â
I held up my hand for silence. âOkay, now we got to get serious. Weâre coming to the most dangerous part of the trip. We get through this ordeal and we should be okay. You guys watch yourselves. If you start to feel faint or queasy, Sid, let me know right away.â
âCripes!â Sidney said nervously. âWhat do we have to do, drive up a sheer cliff or something?â
âWorse,â I said. âWeâre going to eat breakfast at Greasy Gertâs.â
Dawn had long since cracked and spilled over the mountains by the time we arrived at our hunting spot. Retch looked out the window and groaned.
âWhat are you groaning for?â I asked. âIâm the one that had Gertyâs chili-pepper omelette.â
âItâs not that,â Retch said. âI see fresh tracks in the snow
all over the place. If weâd been here an hour earlier, weâd have nailed us some deer.â
âListen,â I said. âDid we come out to nail deer or to go hunting today? If weâre hunting, we have to get up two hours late, forget a bunch of stuff we have to go back for, and then stop for breakfast at Gertyâs. You know how itâs done.â
âYeah, sorry, I forgot for a second when I saw the tracks,â Retch said. âI got carried away. Who cares about nailing deer right off!â
âI do!â Sidney yelped. âI just bought twenty-five hundred dollars worth of hunting stuff, and I want to get my free deer!â
It was clear that Sidney had a lot to learn about hunting, so I lost no time in starting on his first lesson. I put him on a stand and told him that Retch and I would sweep around the far side of the ridge and drive some deer past him. âWeâll be back in an hour,â I told him. âDonât move!â
Retch and I returned three hours later and found Sidney still on the stand. He was frosted over and stiff as an icicle. We leaned him against a tree until we got a fire going to thaw him out.
âHow come you didnât move around?â I asked him.
âY-you t-told me to stay on the st-stand.
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