The night before I went turkey hunting I had to go check in with the owner of the land that I was hunting on. The field I was scouting was right next to his old farmhouse, and had a broad meadow that tucked far out into the corner. I saw a couple of birds down there, a hen and some long beards. I pulled up the dusty driveway that bordered a horse pasture in my rusted Toyota pickup. The evening sun was beating down on the valley green pasture, and the horses grazed peacefully. The farm was owned by a man named Roy Tomlinson. He'd been tilling and farming these lands for over thirty years, until his back gave out. He inherited the farm from his father, and his father before that.
Old Roy still tends to plow the fields and meadows he owns, but he doesn't usually do much with them. Most of his livestock was sold, and all that's left are the chickens and the horses. They also kept one dairy cow named Bell. I parked in front of the peeling white painted house which sat across the way from a stable and a large rundown barn. I stepped out of the truck and slammed the door. I proceeded slowly up the yard, passing a old sleeping bloodhound that didn't take much notice to me because he was too busy fighting off the mosquitoes. I am around 6'0 and I weigh only about 159 pounds. I'm nineteen, just graduated from high school. I strolled up on the old porch that was littered with knick knacks. I knocked sharply on the door, to hear a grunt and the shuffling of feet.
A aged crooked man wearing a greasy blue shirt and a John Deere ball cap came to the door. His hands were scarred and calloused, his eyes old and bagged, and he resembled a turkey with his hanging neck and stubble from not being shaved. This was Roy Tomlinson. Roy knew my dad, so it wasn't the first time we've met. He greeted me with a steady nod.
"Hello sir, I was wondering if it was ok if I hunted down in your fields?" I asked him politely, kicking at the dirtied welcome mat with my boot. Roy squinted at me and smiled.
"Oh yeah, I know you! Yer Paul Raymond's son, Jacob. Yeah yeah, boy you've grown since the last time I saw ya!" Roy exclaimed excitedly after recognizing me. I smiled.
"Yes I have, I saw a couple of long beards down there." I told him, beckoning to the fields beyond the horse pasture. Roy nodded excitedly.
"Yut yut, back in the day I used to hunt them meadows. I don't know how many birds I've gotten down there. These days I got to take care of all the animals here." said Roy reflecting on his past. "Why don't you come on in, I'll have my wife Susie make you a cup of coffee." He said waving his hand for me to follow. I didn't really want to end up going in the guys house, but I'm polite.
I stepped onto the creaking floor of the Tomlinson's homestead. It was very warm and cozy inside. I was standing a small mudroom. The walls of the hallways were littering with turkey fans, deer heads, and a old black bear head perched over the archway to the dining room.
"Keep yer boots on, its ok." Roy said, hustling me into the dining room. The dining room was somewhat cramped, but cozy. The table seated five, and it overlooked a large window that portrayed the meadows and fields beyond. The chairs looked like antiques, so I gently sat down in one. I could smell the coffee being brewed from the kitchen.
Roy sat across from me and we began to talk about hunting stories. His wife Susie, a short skinny lady with curly blond hair came in with two mugs of coffee, and scurried out in a instant to tend to the dinner that was being cooked. We talked for a good fifteen minutes until something descended down the steps behind me that caught my eye. It was a girl of what looked around eighteen or nineteen. She had dirty blond hair, dark blue eyes and thin but seducing lips. She was only about 5'5, and she had a smaller well rounded ass to her. She looked so tight. Her tits were perky, poking through the sun dress she was wearing. She was awful tan, which matched beautifully with her red sun dress.
"There you are, Sandra, I think its time to go feed them horses." said Roy pointing out towards the stable. Sandra rolled her eyes.
