Lost

[C.O.B.]

Chapter two...just because

After about 45 muinetes and two beers the taillights of Henry's Ford gleamened in the reflection of his saviors headlights. He offered his new friend a beer and they shared another on the tailgate of Henry's truck but not untill Rudy had a good drink and some food, afterwards he curled up on Henry's coat in the front seat and fell asleep to dream of points past and future.

Henry got the lay of the land from the Yooper. Seems he missed the trail on his way out and that was the begining of his troubles. The indiscriminate two track made a big circle around the cut which was several miles in diameter and Henry would have walked in circles had he followed that. The beaver dam also would have caused some trauma as well as it cuts off a part of the road as the beaver had flooded it out this spring. The yooper told him of the location of an older cut near where he had parked and drew him a crude map of the area. Seems there is some Multi Flora Rose and Autum olive growing there and the birds flock to the Autum Olive like a crack head to Cocaine.

It was crowding 11pm when the two bid farwell on a dark two track in the middle of nowhere, the seasoned woodsman and the rookie two unlikely companions but both hunters and both heading for the comfort of camp.
Henry took a couple of minetes and put some heat into his truck as the frost was taking hold of the country and he once again gave a silent thank you to both the Yooper and to God for sending him to Henry. It would have been a cold night in the woods or at the least a much longer walk.

Henry rid himself of the three beers befor climbing into his cab and Rudy just let out a moan of contentment. He was happy to have a full belly and warm place to curl up and sleep the sleep only a bird dog can. As he bounced ever so slowly along the two track his headlights caught a nice buck standing in the road not moving. It was a Deer in the headlights moment and the big buck was magnificent in the beam of light. As the buck bounded away Henry was glad he saw him and not the Yooper as the buck would make a worthy wilderness trophy should some lucky deer hunter venture this far back into the woods in a few weeks.