Some Experiences Are Better In Hind Sight
The opening morning of buck season, my husband flipped on the lights while outside the sky was still dark and the Wisconsin wind howling and scrambled into his camo gear layered over with orange. Putting on enough clothing that I resembled the Abominable Snowman, I stumbled downstairs while dragging my blanket and pillow like a disgruntled child.
That first year I settled into a routine. I would sleep a few hours in the cold Jeep, then awaken and type until lunchtime when I ate a military MRE (meal, ready to eat) and walked the waterway to help drive out deer toward my husband. Afterward, I would return to the Jeep and resume typing until dark when Randy and I would go back to his relatives’ house, shower and change, then eat the meal his aunt had prepared that was worthy of Thanksgiving.
The second year did not go as effortlessly as the first. My husband parked our Jeep in an area populated by other hunters and Holstein cows. I did not know any of this was a problem until I was abruptly awakened to a sensation that I was being rocked in a cradle. But I wasn’t in a cradle; I was sleeping inside a Jeep.
Wiping the drool crusted across my face, I sat up and looked out the window to see another face staring back at me. A huge, black and white face with limpid brown eyes and a long pink tongue that licked the side mirror like a lollipop. But this wasn’t the only huge black and white face staring in at me. The entire vehicle was surrounded by cows. By so many cows I honestly feared I was going to be stampeded even while shielded inside the Jeep. Seeing this commotion from the woods, Randy’s uncle — garbed in an orange jacket, insulated boots, and with a hunting rifle slung over his shoulder — waved his arms and tried to shoo them away.
Beside a tree, there were no plumbing facilities out in those woods and after all that juice without anything to soak it up, I realized I had to use the restroom and that I had no time to make the drive back to the house.
Randy’s grandfather, Elam, was shot through both calves when he sat in the hunting camp and changed his socks, the flash of white being mistaken by a passing hunter as the tail end of a deer. Recalling this accident, I knew I was faced with a quandary: When using the restroom did I continue to wear my bright orange vest and hat so that I wasn’t shot by a hunter, or did I take it off and risk getting shot when my white tail was mistaken for an altogether different kind of Whitetail?
In the end, I chose to protect my end and wore the orange hunting cap and vest. I did roll my hair up behind the cap and strut into the woods with my hands in my pockets like a boy, hoping that Randy’s relatives wouldn’t recognize me as his wife.
Only four hours had passed since lunch, but the Jeep battery was dead.
My husband’s cell phone was also dead, and I didn’t have his cousin’s number. So we just sat there in our Jeep parked in the middle of a dark, soggy cornfield–listening to the cold rain plinking on the windows, trying to figure out what to do.
I used my cell phone to call my sister-in-law in Tennessee, and my sister-in-law scrawled through my mother-in-law’s phone until she found the number for Randy’s uncle. We called him and Randy’s cousin came, but Randy’s cousin didn’t have any jumper cables and neither did we. We rode out of the cornfield in the cousin’s car, fetched some jumper cables at the house, then Randy and I returned in his cousin’s car to our forlorn Jeep.
The tires slung mud across the field without gaining any traction. Shifting into four-wheel drive, I tried again but went nowhere. Randy pulled up in the car and ran up in the rain. Opening my door, he reached over me to shift the Jeep into a different gear, but all we heard were grinding sounds.
“Did I kill it?” I asked.
Some experiences just look better in hind sight.
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CMSmith
Cute story, but I'm afraid the cow incident would have done me in. You're a trooper, even if you are typing in the shelter of a jeep.
cynthiarobertson
You are one game girl, Jolina.
Nobody realizes how scary a whole herd of cows are until they've been surrounded, do they?
Fun story 🙂
leahsthoughts.com
You're a trooper! I would never have gone for that one. Great story and memories too!
Pamela Beason
As usual, I laughed (at the cows), I moaned (at the car problems), I bit my fingernails (when you were 'herding' deer toward hunters)–your posts are novels unto themselves, Jolina!
One year my family decided to hunt for Thanksgiving dinner just like the pilgrims. After bagging and cleaning and cooking quail, squirrels, and rabbits, well…we've had store-bought turkey ever since.
Cecilia Marie Pulliam
That kind of hunting is about as exciting as going wood cutting in the first snow storm of the season. All I will say on that matter is that I now have a gas fireplace.
food solutions
I usually spend hours on the net reading blogs on various subjects. And, I really would like to praise you for writing such a fabulous article.I really like your way of information given.Thanks! ration MREs meals ready-to-eat
Jolina Petersheim
Christine–I wasn't too scared of the cows until they started climbing on the back of the Jeep. Those critters are crazy! 🙂
Jolina Petersheim
I agree, Cynthia; don't let those bovines' limpid brown eyes full ya–they're ferocious! 😉
Jolina Petersheim
Hey, Leah, it's the cheapest writing retreat there is–and probably the most entertaining. I might just sell tickets next year!
Jolina Petersheim
Oh my, Pam! That sounds like a wonderful short story. I have to say, one of my husband's goals is to cook our Thanksgiving meal from the food we've harvested from the land. I think I might just fake sick that holiday!
Jolina Petersheim
Ha ha, Cecelia–but there's othing like that real crackling fire!
Jolina Petersheim
Food solutions–I might just have to tell my husband about y'all.
ninabadzin.com
You're an amazing wife as far as I'm concerned. I'm way too much of a princess for anything that even resembles this story!
Hope you're feeling well!
Julia Munroe Martin
I love this story! We've had so many similar adventures — and despite the dead batteries, the cows, getting stuck in the mud, and the outdoors facilities, I know from experience you also shared incredible fun, laughter, and joyful moments you might have missed otherwise. (p.s. Love the photo of the farm!)