CAUGHT IN A HUNTER'S DREAM BY CHERYL V.

CAUGHT IN A HUNTER’S DREAM OR VISION

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 GOOOD 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 TOKGETHER. EVERY TIME, WE WENT HUNTING, I USED TO ALLOW HIM TO PICK OUT WHATEVER TRAILS; WE WERE TOK TAKE THROUGH THE FORESTS. AND 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. AND EACH TIME EITHER ONE OF US 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. AND THEN IN MY FAVORITE ROOM, WE WOULD PUT UP A HEAD OR TWO, AND WHEN THE ROOM ENDED UP GETTING KIND OF FULL OF HEADS. THEN, MY HUNTING FRIEND WOULD TAKE ONE OR TWO OF THE HEADS HOME WITH HIM.

MY HUNTING BUDDY IS MOSTLY IN MY MEMORIES NOW; 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. AND WHENEVER THESE ECHOES COULD BE HEARD, THEN, TO ME, IT WOULD SEEM LIKE THEY WERE COMING THROUGH THE WINDS DURING SOME BIG STORM WITH HIGH WINDS. AND THEN, DURING THESE TIMES, THE WINDS WOULD SOUND SO EERIE TO ME, THAT WHEN THESE SOUNDS WOULD OVERCOME ME. I WOULD TEND TO LOSE SOME SLEEP OVER THEM WHEN TRYING TO TAKE A NAP. BUT 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 COULD ACTUALLY SEE MY FRIEND IN WHITE AT MY SIDE WHENEVER I WOULD HEAD DOWN CERTAIN TRAILS WHEN HUNTING ALONE.
SOMETIMES, NOT EVEN KNOWING IF I WAS ABSORBED IN A HUNTER’S DREAM, OR JUS HEARING HIS VOICE IN THE WIND,
THEN, I WOULD REALIZE. THAT MY HUNTING BUDDY WAS TRYING TO SEND ME MESSAGES FROM ABOVE. AT THESE TIMES, IN THE WINDS, HIS VOICE WOULD SEEM VERY MUCH ALIVE ALTHOUGH MY 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 WAS WHEN HE STILL WAS ALIVE, AND WOULD GO HUNTING ON THOSE VERY FAMILIAR TRAILS WITH ME EVEN DOWN TO THOSE SWAMPS.