The Lost Chronicles:
Untold Stories in Jennifer's Life
- Epsiode 1
On the 23rd of Friday, October, 2009, my father and I departed on a weekend hunting trip. Our destination was the northern edge of the Superstition Mountains, right south of Roosevelt Lake. It was there that we were assigned to hunt. We spent most of our time looking for our elusive foe, the white tailed deer. Hour after hour, we tirelessly trudged on, pausing ever so often to look with our binoculars and listen. Up hills and down valleys we went, experiencing hot dry sun, and wet cold depressions in the shadows; whipping trees and stubborn cat claw hindered our movement. All too soon, the day was almost spent, and hope seemed to the waning along with the sun. I sighed as my father panned the nearby mountains with his binoculars. Was this going to be another fruitless hunting trip like before? Was I ever going to even get to see a white tail in these mountains? All of the sudden my father tensed and called to me too look too. After a couple of tense moments I saw it too! Two deer! But alas! They were practically four hundred yards away horizontally, with that being across two gullies, and about four hundred yards straight up a very steep side of the mountain. But we had to try. So across we hurried, up, down, up, down. Rolling through every brush we couldn't avoid. Then we quickly marched up, and up, but not so fast that we would tire too quickly or alert our foe. The going was once again tough and slow. The side of the mountain was loose with rock and shale and for every couple so steps forward, I would side back at least a foot, at times. Finally, we were at the top, overlooking the valley where we were camped. But where were the deer? Despite all our efforts, we failed to make it up the mountain fast enough before the deer moved somewhere else to bed down as it got hotter. Tired, we continued to walk along the ridge hoping to see them on the other side but to no avail. After resting and then hunting some more, we returned to camp to sleep in the back of our truck, under the stars.
The next day was more fruitless than the first, as we saw nothing. So by mid afternoon, we packed up and headed home. It is true that we were tired and disappointed, but during my hunt I caught something even more elusive than my prey, alone and quality time with my father! What is better than that!?
