RV’ing Blind

The three of them walked to our campsite, noticed the new deer hanging in the oak and James said, “Looks like you fellers got lucky.”

Well, I knew there was very little luck involved, mostly good preseason scouting and a lot of backwoods skill, but I kept my mouth shut.

“Got ‘em right here and never had to leave camp.” Willy said with a grin as he poured himself a cup of what Bubba called coffee.

“What do you mean?” Asked James as he glanced around at all of us with his eyes full of surprise.

“Why them deer were all around your mobile home this morning as the sun came up.” Uncle Ben quickly threw out, though I knew he was lying about it, because we’d killed those deer a good mile from the camp.

“Really?” One of the men with James asked.

“Sure,” said Ben as he stood and then he continued with, “and if you’ll come with me, I’ll show you the tracks.”

We all made our way to the mobile home and all around the vehicle was deer tracks and there must have been a thousand of ‘em. I knew they were there, because we’d put them there as soon as we’d returned to our campsite. We had decided to keep them boys near their mobile home and away from our game. All it took was four legs from Willy’s deer and we’d made all kinds of tracks. I don’t suspect James and his men were very experienced hunters though, because they never noticed our footprints beside the deer tracks in the snow.

An hour later, as we loaded up our deer in the back of our pickup trucks, I noticed James and his men sitting on top of that mobile home waiting for the deer to return. The temperature had dropped once more and it began to look like more snow. As far as I know them fellers are still on top of that mobile home, waiting for the deer to come back.

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