Well,
The day started off nicely enough. It was a beautiful summer day, no rain in the immediate forecast, and the humidity was rather low. What a great day to go to the beach. I had visions in my head... Hundreds of beautiful young girls in bikinis, showing their tight bodies and bronzed skin. Wet hair from coming fresh out of the lake with erect nipples protruding through the sheer suits because the water still had a chill to it. Ah, this would be the perfect day no doubt.
I brought my two daughters, (who on occasion have found it in their hearts to try to find me a wife), as the beach can certainly be more fun with a little companionship, even if it means spending part of my day building sand castles and being buried up to my neck so only a head shows. I packed a BBQ, lots of drinks and snacks for the girls and myself, a gallon of fresh water, and a couple of beers for me to enjoy. It was a truly fantastic day, even if I did not end up meeting any of those young lasses I was dreaming about.
In all honesty, the beach was nearly empty. From one side to the other, there were maybe 15 people, and the nearest ones to us must have been a good 40 yards away. No one I would have wanted to meet anyways. A young family with two small children, a 60+ lady who spent the day reading her book, and well... the others were too far away to even notice. Regardless, it was a great day where I got to spend a well deserved day with only the kids, where we were able to do some family bonding. Come to think of it, it had been too long, as there always seems to be a TV or Wii involved. Good for us!!!
After about 8 hours, all of us had enough. We were all tired, slightly burnt, bellies full, and ready to just lay down and go to sleep for the night, even though the sun was still in the sky. After packing the car and getting settled in for the long drive from Lake Erie to Toronto, I suggested we get an ice cream for the drive back, as I know what is perhaps the best ice cream stop in the whole world. I made it to the store at just about 8:55, just as they were locking up for the night. When the owner saw my two kids faces outside his window, he unlocked and let us in for the final scoop of the day. Needless to say, we were all very grateful.
Back in the car, we decide as a group to take some back roads home. The kids much prefer the country to the highway as they always find something interesting to see. Unfortunately this time, as soon as darkness hit, both were sound asleep in the back seat. As soon as I realized this, I altered my course to head for the highway to make up some lost time.
I am cruising down a 2 lane country road doing about 90kph, listening to some Steely Dan on my car stereo when all of a sudden...
FUCK!!!
WHAM
SCREECH
FUCK!!!
DADDY!!!
"Is everybody ok??? Good. Yes, I did hit something. No, don't look behind you. No, DO NOT LOOK"!!!
WAAHHHHH!!!
"Dammit girl, why did you have to look".
"Daddy", (sniff), "was it Rudolph"?
"No honey, I promise you it wasn't Rudolph. I have to get out of the car for a second and see if everything is all right. You two stay right here, I'll be back in one second. I mean it, don't get out of the car."
I get out of my car and walk to the front to see a badly dented bumper, a broken headlight, a dented corner panel, and a slight warp in the hood. 50 yards behind or so is Rudolph, laying on the shoulder still twitching. Now I really feel like shit. What the hell do I do? I can't just leave him there. I can't let him suffer. Dammit, I really don't want to do this with my kids in the car.
Fortunately, I have my compound bow in the trunk. I give it a quick set up, grab an arrow and make what seems to be a very long walk. About 10 feet away from the deer I can see the look of fear in his eyes. All he wants to do is run into the woods, but he can't get up. Now I have never had a problem hunting, but this was entirely different. I was overwhelmed with emotion seeing this poor animal suffer like this. I steady myself, cock the arrow on the bow and shoot the fatal shot. All that was left is to call the police, which I did.
Funny how a perfect day can change in the course of just a few seconds, as it always seems to do for me. Thank jeezus for SSRI's and therapists.
The day started off nicely enough. It was a beautiful summer day, no rain in the immediate forecast, and the humidity was rather low. What a great day to go to the beach. I had visions in my head... Hundreds of beautiful young girls in bikinis, showing their tight bodies and bronzed skin. Wet hair from coming fresh out of the lake with erect nipples protruding through the sheer suits because the water still had a chill to it. Ah, this would be the perfect day no doubt.
I brought my two daughters, (who on occasion have found it in their hearts to try to find me a wife), as the beach can certainly be more fun with a little companionship, even if it means spending part of my day building sand castles and being buried up to my neck so only a head shows. I packed a BBQ, lots of drinks and snacks for the girls and myself, a gallon of fresh water, and a couple of beers for me to enjoy. It was a truly fantastic day, even if I did not end up meeting any of those young lasses I was dreaming about.
In all honesty, the beach was nearly empty. From one side to the other, there were maybe 15 people, and the nearest ones to us must have been a good 40 yards away. No one I would have wanted to meet anyways. A young family with two small children, a 60+ lady who spent the day reading her book, and well... the others were too far away to even notice. Regardless, it was a great day where I got to spend a well deserved day with only the kids, where we were able to do some family bonding. Come to think of it, it had been too long, as there always seems to be a TV or Wii involved. Good for us!!!
After about 8 hours, all of us had enough. We were all tired, slightly burnt, bellies full, and ready to just lay down and go to sleep for the night, even though the sun was still in the sky. After packing the car and getting settled in for the long drive from Lake Erie to Toronto, I suggested we get an ice cream for the drive back, as I know what is perhaps the best ice cream stop in the whole world. I made it to the store at just about 8:55, just as they were locking up for the night. When the owner saw my two kids faces outside his window, he unlocked and let us in for the final scoop of the day. Needless to say, we were all very grateful.
Back in the car, we decide as a group to take some back roads home. The kids much prefer the country to the highway as they always find something interesting to see. Unfortunately this time, as soon as darkness hit, both were sound asleep in the back seat. As soon as I realized this, I altered my course to head for the highway to make up some lost time.
I am cruising down a 2 lane country road doing about 90kph, listening to some Steely Dan on my car stereo when all of a sudden...
FUCK!!!
WHAM
SCREECH
FUCK!!!
DADDY!!!
"Is everybody ok??? Good. Yes, I did hit something. No, don't look behind you. No, DO NOT LOOK"!!!
WAAHHHHH!!!
"Dammit girl, why did you have to look".
"Daddy", (sniff), "was it Rudolph"?
"No honey, I promise you it wasn't Rudolph. I have to get out of the car for a second and see if everything is all right. You two stay right here, I'll be back in one second. I mean it, don't get out of the car."
I get out of my car and walk to the front to see a badly dented bumper, a broken headlight, a dented corner panel, and a slight warp in the hood. 50 yards behind or so is Rudolph, laying on the shoulder still twitching. Now I really feel like shit. What the hell do I do? I can't just leave him there. I can't let him suffer. Dammit, I really don't want to do this with my kids in the car.
Fortunately, I have my compound bow in the trunk. I give it a quick set up, grab an arrow and make what seems to be a very long walk. About 10 feet away from the deer I can see the look of fear in his eyes. All he wants to do is run into the woods, but he can't get up. Now I have never had a problem hunting, but this was entirely different. I was overwhelmed with emotion seeing this poor animal suffer like this. I steady myself, cock the arrow on the bow and shoot the fatal shot. All that was left is to call the police, which I did.
Funny how a perfect day can change in the course of just a few seconds, as it always seems to do for me. Thank jeezus for SSRI's and therapists.
