Before l begin please note: First I've been a Bi male for many years, l don't feel that gives me a free pass on anything and l never would offend anybody deliberately. But in a recent story l wrote it touched upon a Gay Male with a feminine side, dress, etc. The fact is l Bottom for him in the story at my request. But as of now, one person took exception to me referring to (Him) as She. I want to apologize to any that takes offense. The figure in my story wanted to be seen as a female and the other male character sees her as such and never shows disrespect. Anyway, l hope you enjoy the story that follows. Stay well, my friends. As a kid and through my early adult years played lots of sports. l was also a fan of fishing and to a lesser extent hunting. l lost the taste for hunting when l was about twelve. My uncle, cousin, and l were hunting for deer.
We drove deep into the forest so it didn't take long before l saw one. l aimed and fired, it was down but l missed the heart so still alive. l raised my rifle to put it out of pain but before l could fire my uncle stopped me.
Uncle: "Don't waste a bullet, here's my knife."
He made me cut the throat of the deer and that put me off from ever hunting again. Some buddies of mine hunted and they would ask me to come along but my feelings remained the same so l always told them no. But l still had interest in hearing how things went, not against hunting in general it just was no longer my thing.
One of the guys talked how his dad would take him days deep into the forest as that is where the big bucks were. He tried to get the guys to go but none wanted to invest that much time or effort to bag a deer.
After a few years of listening to that story l offered to go with him just to help sight, during the following months we made our plans. The day came and we headed out knowing it would be days so we both had heavy packs. l began to become a bit worried around seven hours in, but he would say things like "there is going to be a creek just ahead or a bunch of big boulders around the bend." He was right every time so he did seem to remember and assured me we were not going to get lost.
Late on our second day, we crossed over a ridge and he said "that doesn't look good."
Just coming over the next ridge was some ominous clouds. He said "we might be in deep shit, if that catches us in the open." We couldn't turn and run as we would never make it back. I stood there speechless as this type of stuff wasn't my strong suit as l day hunted. Then he recalled an old cabin up ahead and if it is still, there that was our best bet to wait out what looked like a hell of a storm.
