The Deer Hunt

The Deer Hunt

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The Deer Hunt

Written by Luz Leigh - 09 July 2009

The phone rang. As I picked it up, I noticed the name on the caller ID was not familiar to me, but I answered anyway. A very friendly voice greeted me with the usual "Hey, how are you doing?" Well, while still wracking my brain to figure out who Edwin Evans was, I replied that I was doing well. When he spoke again, it hit me ... this is Lee. I recognized his voice. I had never spoken with him on the phone, but had chatted with him recently at a church homecoming. I told him I did not recognize the ID. He said, "You didn't know my first name is Edwin?" Well, duh, no I didn't. All my life I had heard his family and friends and my family refer to him as Lee.

After we established those facts, we continued with our conversation. He told me about things his daddy and my daddy used to do when they were still alive. They were friends and sometimes hunting buddies. He told of the time when he was just a kid that his daddy had taken him along on a deer hunting expedition with my daddy. Well, wasn't an expedition exactly ... just an East Texas hunt, tramping through the thick woods that surrounded their home.

The three of them had walked a long way, carrying their shotguns, watching for signs of deer. Finally, they sat down on a fallen tree trunk to rest a bit. You really would have to have known the daddies in this story; they were not men to do a lot of talking when on a hunt, so all was quiet. Suddenly, Lee heard, or rather felt, something near his back. He slowly looked over his shoulder ... and guess what? There stood the deer they had been seeking. I would love to be able to tell you that he, or one of the men, leveled their gun, took down the deer, and dragged it back to the Evans' home so there would be fresh venison for supper. Can't do that. The deer disappeared back into the woods; the three hunters picked up their weapons and headed home, empty-handed.

But the hunt was not a total washout. Lee learned many things from the two seasoned hunters that day. And, more than that, he could go home and "lord it over" his three younger brothers because he had been chosen to accompany the hunters. Then many years later, with the memory still vivid in his mind, he could share it with me.

I learned during our phone conversation that Lee loves to bass fish. And I truly believe had his love of deer hunting been as strong as his fondness for fishing, that deer would never have walked away. Mrs. Susie (his mom) would have been cooking back strap for supper.

If this story has a moral, it is this. Pick up the phone and call someone with whom you have not talked in a long time. Share memories or just pass the time of day. You might bring as much sunshine into that person's life as Lee brought to mine yesterday. I hope he enjoyed our visit just as much as I did.

A little side note to this story. When I was a little girl, then just as now, I was not blessed with physical beauty. Once our family was visiting in the home of the Evans family. One of my uncles, who later in my life I learned was a great practical joker, told me if I would stand behind the door in the front hallway, while eating a fried chicken neck, I would be pretty. Well, I was so gullible, I slipped a chicken neck from the plate of that heavenly fried chicken as only those country women could cook it, hid the neck in my pocket until the meal was finished. I eased out into the hall, got behind the door and tried to eat that chicken neck. I didn't like them now ... and I still don't like chicken necks. Know what? It didn't work!! But when my Uncle Edd found me sitting in the corner gnawing on that neck, he had a great time telling the rest of the family what I was doing.

Uncle Edd is the same person who, when I was ill with chicken pox, told me if I would go sit under the roost in the chicken house after the hens were in there for the night, I would not itch so much. I can remember begging my daddy to carry me out to the hen house, in the middle of the night when the temperature was below freezing, so I could try Uncle Edd's remedy. Needless to say, my daddy paid no heed to the advice. When I became an adult and thought back on those incidents, I questioned, "What was it with chickens that led Uncle Edd to suggest such ridiculous things?" Suppose it was because he recognized how gullible I really was??? Loved him anyway.

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