The Travel Across the Icy Creek

Author: Lacy Brown

Tags: USA

"Beep, Beep, Beep," my morning alarm screamed. Ah, that was a short night, I layed there and thought. It was a crisp and icy morning in the Willamette Valley. Oh the joys of hunting season! Getting up before the crack of dawn and driving up in the mountains before day break.

My dad has always been a big time hinter, and i have followed in his foot steps Yes me, a girl. As we jumped out of the truck the morning snow gave me a shiver of cold down my spine. I loaded my gun, shut the door, and off dad and I went, off into the FREEZING SNOW! We found fresh elk tracks right down the ridge. As any hunter would do if they found fresh tracks, they would follow them, and that we did.

Farther and farther down the canyon we went. I wasn't having fun by this point. It was cold, snowing, and I am pretty sure I has premature frost bite. Up ahead dad informed me we should go to the other side of the ice cold creek. We both hobbled at leaped across slick rocks hoping not to fall in the two foot deep water. What did we fidn on the other side? Can you guess? Nothing! We walked more and more and then thank goodness, he said " lets go back to the truck." It was a voice of a angel.

Once again we reached the dreadful creek. But.... this time it was deeper, looked colder, and had no rocks to jump. I just figured we would back track till there was a area with rocks. Oh hell no. My crazy father started taking off his boots and socks. I asked " what are you doing?"

" We are wading across. It will save us time." dad said. So of course I did the same. Once toe in after the other is usually the way I do the whole getting in cold water thing. But this time I was in it fast and cursing at my dad the whole way. Lesson Learned!

  • Cold water makes your feet go knumb.
  • My dad is crazy.
  • Hunting is hard work.
  • Elk are smarter than humans.
  • This trip is one of the best memories of my life.

One more minor detail...... We never even saw a bird on the trip.