Fresh rain makes a swamp soggy, of course. And for the first time this outing I wore my mock boots. I was kind of enjoying being back in a real swamp, on till I saw the camouflaged tent. It was perched right on the edge of the official trail. Freshly cut ferns added to the deception. When I was within feet of this on a welcome sight, a large white hand darted out of one of the tent openings. Then, the hands owner said” hello”. As I walked by through a narrow opening at the front of the tent I saw that the hands owner also gripped a large well oiled rifle.” What are you hunting close”, I asked this interloper.” Going after dear today close”, he replied softly. Adding to the suspense I never saw this other persons face. But the large American flag inside of this small cubbyhole tent told me that he too must have been a veteran.
“Happy Thanksgiving”, I hollered as I hustled as fast as I could pass this hunter home I was glad did not mistake me for his prey.