CAUGHT IN A HUNTER'S DREAM OR VISION-PROSE IN FICTION FORM BY CHERYL V.

CAUGHT IN A HUNTER’S DREAM OR VISION-PROSE IN FICTION FORM

I’M CAUGHT IN A HUNTER’S DREAM BECAUSE IT SEEMS AS THOUGH I’VE BEEN OVERCOME BY SOME HAUNTING INSIDE OF ME. AND THIS HAUNTING, I BELIEVE, HAS BEEN BROUGHT ON BY A GOOD HUNTING BUDDY WHICH I MISS TERRIBLY. IN FACT, THIS HUNTING BUDDY, I USED TO HAVE, NEVER FAILED TO GO WITH ME ON EVERY HUNTING TRIP, I EVER HAVE UNDERTAKEN. THIS GUY WAS SUCH A GOOD FRIEND TO ME, THAT HE’LL ALWAYS BEEN IN MY DREAMS WHETHER DURING THE DAY OR NIGHT. I WON’T FORGET HOW HE USED TO HAVE ALL THIS COURAGE INSIDE HIM, EVERY TIME; WE USED TO GO HUNTING TOGETHER. EVERY TIME, WE WENT HUNTING, I USED TO ALLOW HIM TO PICK OUT WHATEVER TRAILS; WE WERE TO TAKE THROUGH THE FORESTS. HE, ALWAYS, WOULD STAY AT MY SIDE, AND GIVE ME ALL THE CONFIDENCE, I NEEDED EACH TIME, WE WENT HUNTING. AND THIS CONFIDENCE WOULD SEEM TO STICK WITH ME ALL THE TIME, CAUSING ME TO BE ABLE TO KILL A DEER OR MOOSE OFTEN. EACH TIME EITHER I OR MY HUNTING BUDDY HAD A KILL ON OUR HANDS, WE WOULD THEN, BRING IT HOME TO MY PLACE. AND FROM THERE, TACKLE CLEANING THE DEER OR MOOSE AS A TEAM. WHEN WE WOULD END UP WITH AT LEAST ONE MORE MOOSE OR DEER DURING HUNTING SEASON, WE WOULD HAVE THE HEAD OF THE MOOSE OR DEER STUFFED. THEN IN MY FAVORITE ROOM, WE WOULD PUT UP A HEAD OR TWO. IT ENDED UP, THAT THE DAY CAME WHEN MY ROOM, FINALLY, ENDED UP GETTING KIND OF FULL OF THOSE STUFFED HEADS. THEN, MY HUNTING BUDDY DECIDED TO TAKE ONE OR TWO OF THOSE STUFFED MOOSE OR DEER HEADS RIGHT ON HOME WITH HIM. SO, HE STARTED COLLECTING THESE DEER HEADS AT HOME FOR HIMSELF.

MY HUNTING BUDDY IS, MOSTLY, IN MY MEMORIES. AND EVERY SO OFTEN, I HAPPEN TO DREAM OF THE TWO OF US BEING ON THE TRAILS BEHIND MY HOUSE. ALSO, DURING SOME OF THE DREAMS, I COULD SEEM TO HEAR THE ECHOES OF HIS VOICE. DURING THESE STRANGE DREAMS, I SEEMED TO HEAR HIS VOICE IN MY HEAD. THEN, TO ME, IT WOULD SEEM LIKE HIS VOICE WAS COMING THROUGH THE WINDS DURING SOME BIG STORM WITH HIGH WINDS. THEN, DURING THESE TIMES, THE WINDS WOULD SOUND SO EERIE TO ME. THIS WOULD HAPPEN WHENEVER THESE SOUNDS WOULD SEEM TO OVERCOME ME. I WOULD TEND TO LOSE SOME SLEEP OVER THEM WHEN TRYING TO TAKE A NAP. HOWEVER AT NIGHT, THESE SOUNDS WOULDN’T SEEM SO EERIE TO ME. AND WOULD HELP ME, SLEEP. DURING THESE TIMES, MEMORIES WOULD COME BACK TO ME. AND SOMETIMES, IT WOULD SEEM THAT I WAS, REALLY, SEEING MY FRIEND IN WHITE AT MY SIDE. THIS WOULD SEEM TO HAPPEN TO ME, WHENEVER I WOULD HEAD DOWN CERTAIN TRAILS WHEN HUNTING ALONE. SOMETIMES, THIS WOULD OCCUR. THEN, I WOULDN’T EVEN KNOW IF I WAS ABSORBED IN A HUNTER’S DREAM. OR OVERHEARD HIS VOICE IN THE WIND. THEN, FROM REALIZING THIS, IT WOULD HIT ME, OUT OF THE BLUE. MY HUNTING BUDDY WAS, ACTUALLY, TRYING TO SEND ME MESSAGES FROM ABOVE. AT THESE TIMES, IN THE WINDS, HIS VOICE WOULD SEEM VERY MUCH ALIVE. ALTHOUGH, MY HUNTING BUDDY’S, NO LONGER, ON EARTH. HOWEVER, AT TIMES, I CAN SENSE HIS PRESENCE AT MY SIDE. AND CAN, ACTUALLY, CATCH A VISION OF HIM. DRESSED IN HIS USUAL CAMOUFLAGE OUTFIT ALONG WITH THE EXACT SAME CAP, AN ORANGE ONE, WHICH HE USED TO WEAR. AND THIS I REMEMBER FROM WHEN HE, STILL, WAS ALIVE. AND WOULD GO HUNTING ON THOSE VERY FAMILIAR TRAILS WITH ME. WHENEVER MY FAITHFUL HUNTING WOULD BE HAVING ONE OF HIS HIGHS, HE’D EVEN TAKE ME ON DOWN TO THOSE SWAMPS.