I have heard that there are basically two types of people. They say you’re either a “hunter or a gatherer”. When I was a young girl, I was a hunter, but being a mom has converted me to a gatherer. My entire family contains a mixture of hunters and gatherers, but one thing is for sure, my son Chance is a hunter. No question about it.
Luckily for Chance, in Oklahoma there is always something to hunt or fish. Now he has found a way to combine hunting and fishing.
He has discovered bow fishing.
I don’t remember how he got started, but he says he loves it more than any other kind of fishing.
He shot this gar while fishing with his Uncle Morgan last week.
Now, you probably want to know why I named this post “Swamp Monster”.
I shall explain…
I called Chance to check on him late Saturday evening. He told me where he was bow fishing and gave me directions on how to get there. Since I haven’t been around when he is bow fishing, my hubby and I decided to go see what he was up to. I took my camera.
We arrived at the spot on a secluded country road on the outskirts of Claremore Lake. In the middle of a flooded cow pasture…is my middle child. He was alone, half dressed, carrying a dangerous weapon, and dragging two dead fish…while talking on his cell phone. It was at that moment that I became keenly aware of how others might perceive his appearance and I prayed that no cars came by.
The very moment I was hoping that no one came by…..the traffic on the secluded back road became like Grand Central Station.
We stood beside the road and watched as he approached. Most of the people waved as they went by. This is Oklahoma…everyone is friendly.
About the same time that he emerged from the thick woods, a woman driving a Lexus came by. Most of the cars would slow down as they passed, but not this woman. As she got close to the half naked kid carrying the dead fish, she sped up. It was like she was in the middle of a horror movie and she was afraid the kid was some kind of “swamp monster” who was going to pounce on her car and start licking her windshield.
Think about it…how many time have you seen someone like this standing on a back road? Would you stop and offer him a ride?
Don’t feel bad, I wouldn’t let him ride in my car either. I made him walk all the way back to his truck. All the while, cars were coming by one after another. I kept waiting for the Sheriff’s Department to show up…but they didn’t.