The Lone Turkey
“I can’t believe you guys drug me out here for Mother’s Day,” Mom whines as she pulls on her camo clothes. I can tell she is uncomfortable, as she usually dresses professionally for her job as a court reporter. “How come I can’t have a normal Mother’s Day, you know sleeping in and having my boys cook me breakfast and bring it to me in bed,” she continues, knowing that if she hadn’t come with that she would be alone for the day.
“Well why wouldn’t you come out and enjoy a day in the river breaks?” Dad says. “You sure as hell won’t make any memories sleeping in. It’ll probably be a Mother’s Day you’ll never forget.”
I can tell that Dad is bothered by how long it is taking Mom to put on her hunting clothes, maybe more irritated …show more content…
“You guys barely make it back before sunset and complain about walking all day, it hasn’t even been twenty minutes since we have left the pickup.”
Dad and I look at each other a little rattled. “Are you kidding me?! If it were this easy every time I would have brought you a long time ago!” Dad exclaimed briefly before deciding this wasn’t the right thing to say on Mother’s Day.
“Well it seems to me that I’m your lucky charm,” she bragged back, not taking his last words to …show more content…
Bridger is too young to understand the fact that hunting isn’t a game. Sam is both too young and too city to understand what just happened. Bridger is telling stories and mumbling on about something to Sam and Mom, but Dad and I are just taking it all in. It’s something that I can’t ascribe to thought, belief or emotion. We look at each other, still astonished, and nod to one another showing that we both understand what the other is thinking. Never again will that happen to either one of us, and to have the opportunity for such an extraordinary hunt is truly a remarkable blessing to have for my family and
“I can’t believe you guys drug me out here for Mother’s Day,” Mom whines as she pulls on her camo clothes. I can tell she is uncomfortable, as she usually dresses professionally for her job as a court reporter. “How come I can’t have a normal Mother’s Day, you know sleeping in and having my boys cook me breakfast and bring it to me in bed,” she continues, knowing that if she hadn’t come with that she would be alone for the day.
“Well why wouldn’t you come out and enjoy a day in the river breaks?” Dad says. “You sure as hell won’t make any memories sleeping in. It’ll probably be a Mother’s Day you’ll never forget.”
I can tell that Dad is bothered by how long it is taking Mom to put on her hunting clothes, maybe more irritated …show more content…
“You guys barely make it back before sunset and complain about walking all day, it hasn’t even been twenty minutes since we have left the pickup.”
Dad and I look at each other a little rattled. “Are you kidding me?! If it were this easy every time I would have brought you a long time ago!” Dad exclaimed briefly before deciding this wasn’t the right thing to say on Mother’s Day.
“Well it seems to me that I’m your lucky charm,” she bragged back, not taking his last words to …show more content…
Bridger is too young to understand the fact that hunting isn’t a game. Sam is both too young and too city to understand what just happened. Bridger is telling stories and mumbling on about something to Sam and Mom, but Dad and I are just taking it all in. It’s something that I can’t ascribe to thought, belief or emotion. We look at each other, still astonished, and nod to one another showing that we both understand what the other is thinking. Never again will that happen to either one of us, and to have the opportunity for such an extraordinary hunt is truly a remarkable blessing to have for my family and