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  Posted: July 5, 2020      Views: 217

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"The Story" by Raffaelina Lowcock

My husband loved to tell of various incidents in his life that were a little over the top.  I, of course, was witness to these tales many times, so often that I could repeat what he said, word for word.  But as most wives do, I would smile and listen. 

At the drop of a hat, he would be telling a story.   I was never bored because they were quite entertaining, and he never failed to add another dimension.  Also, in every case, he would exaggerate the story. 
Our friends were mostly business acquaintances.  The men often got together on a Saturday or Sunday for some special event they would cook up out of nowhere.  On a sunny Sunday, they would organize a picnic, go sailing, throw a football around or challenge another group to a baseball game.  There was always something planned for the weekend.  It was often something they had never done before and because of the newness, there was much talk before and after the event.  
I had heard them say, “We should try hunting.”   Yet they kept putting it off.   I am sure most of them knew their level of expertise in that field left much to be desired.  Then one bright and sunny Saturday quite some time ago they arranged to go hunting for birds.  

Now here is John's story.

“When I was much younger, some friends and I decided we should go hunting.  There were six of us on that occasion.  We weren’t into animal-hunting, so we decided on birds.  But let me first say, we didn’t have a clue about bird-hunting.  
“I had an old 22 rifle and the others had various types and models and off we went on a Saturday morning, on this new adventure.

"Once we had obtained the required permit and found the apparent area for bird hunting, we began our hunt.  A few of us saw some prey and shot, but no one hit a target.

“I was ambling along for some time, in an area where the grass was so high it was hitting the calves of my legs and I had lost sight of the rest of the group.  I was not too happy about not knowing where they were and looked around and listened to see if I could fathom their location. 
"Suddenly I found myself up against one of those ranch style open fences; wood pieces sideways and upright.  I easily jumped over it, and soon found I was in a farmer’s field.  I was thinking this is not a good hunting spot I need to be where there are more trees, and at that moment I spied quite a few cows and bulls.  I was not too concerned and started to look back to see how far the fence was.  It was quite far so I decided to head back.
“I was walking back when I felt movement behind me and heard the thunder of clopping hooves.  I turned around only to see the cows, but the bulls had also risen and were stomping towards me.  I did not stop to think.  I just hightailed it to the fence and was not too sure I would make it.  I was SCARED! 

"When I peered into the distance where the fence was I saw my buddies behind it, and they were yelling at me to speed it up and get the  F… out of there, which of course, I was doing. But while looking ahead instead of down, I stumbled and fell, the gun flew out of my hand, and when it hit the ground it went off with a very loud BANG.  The cows stopped for one second then turned and hightailed it back the other way and I FAINTED.”
He then went on to tell how his friends quickly jumped the fence and carried him back over it. 

He came to, unscathed, and his friends taunted him for the rest of the day about his feckless ways and his carelessness with his rifle.  They cut it short and visited a pub for lunch.
John never went hunting again and I had the rifle (a 22) mounted.  We hung it on the wall in our den. 
That trip was never forgotten.

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Hunting is not a sport to take lightly!

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