Gramp’s Journal – Chapter 1 excerpt
Staring out, I
was sure I had seen the branches begin to move before things began blurring up.
Gramps said to relax and let my eyes focus. Doing so I saw the swamp taking
shape before my eyes. The branches slowly disappeared and minutes later and I
could see clear out into the swamp. Shaking my head in disbelief they suddenly
reappeared. Then I heard gramps chuckling.
“What happened?”
I asked.
“It’s another
swamp secret,” he said. Somehow the eyes focus on the little spaces in between
and the branches disappear. Relaxing again I was looking back out into the
swamp within minutes. The sounds of swamp life rebounded as chipmunks chittered and birds chirped. Moments later a squirrel came
running towards us.
“Sit still, he
can’t see us,” whispered gramps. I nodded my head and just watched. Stopping to
bob its head a few times it stared straight at me. Running a few more steps it
stopped and did the same thing again. A smile broke across my face as I held
the laugher within. Brown velvety fur covered its body and a large fluffy tail
darted to one side and shook frantically before darting to the other. Stopping
a few feet away it stared with its tiny black eyes
looking straight at me and its mouth seemingly smiling. I felt ready to burst
with laughter at any moment.
Suddenly, without
warning, the squirrel jumped straight at me. Its tiny hands stretched out as
its tail trailed behind like a cape. My heart leapt as my arm went to cover my
face and the branch wall appeared between us. Relaxing again I was amazed to
see the squirrel still in front of me. On unseen branches it seemed to sit with
no knowledge of us at all.
“So cool,” I
whispered. Hearing me the squirrel turned and scurried off. Stopping about
twenty feet away it turned to look back and pointing a tiny hand towards us
began chittering wildly. I lost control and burst out
laughing. Throwing its hands up it chittered even
more before scurrying off into the swamp.
“Can anything see
us?” I asked.
“Not much,”
gramps said, “As long as we’re quiet we’re a secret.” It turned out there was
another secret he was hoping I’d see. Moments later something began moving in
the shadows a ways out. Whatever it was, it was big and moving very slowly.
This had to be it I thought but gramps looked a little nervous at first, as if
this wasn’t what he expected.
I watched as the
shadow closed in on the open area and took better form. At the clearings edge
he stopped and lifted his head upward. Sniffing about in all directions he
surveyed the area for danger. Though it was the first time I had seen him it
wouldn’t be the last. I just didn’t know it at the time. A tan hide flowed
smoothly over the solid muscular frame of a beautiful looking buck sporting a
large set of antlers. Nostrils flared as short blasts of air announced his
presence. A small, white tufted tail stood up in the presence of uncertainty.
Such a majestic sight seemed out of place in the swamp. Standing there with the
confidence of a king he eyed all that was before him.
Turning his head
towards us a curious gaze shot outward. Muscles rippled as he stepped forward
with each hoof slowly lifting and lowering. My heart raced as adrenaline rushed
through me. Body warmth increased as beads of sweat formed on my forehead.
Trying not to fidget for fear of spooking him I trembled lightly as goose bumps
rose along my arms. I wondered if this was what hunters called buck fever.
Stopping close to
us he gazed intently and a look of uncertainty said he pondered what was before
him. Time held fast as our eyes locked together. Racing faster still my heart
pounded inside my chest as breaths rushed in silence. Beads of sweat trickled
downward as vision blurred. Hairs stood on end as goose bumps rose and shivers
spread. In a state of near panic my movement remained frozen as my eyes stung
of sweat and my pulse raced with excitement. Within the depths of his deep
black eyes I stared into his soul and saw a gentleness that left a feeling of
sorrow.
Frozen in the
moment I studied every bit of him. Unbelievably large antlers so well defined
held a roughness running the length of each. Rising steadily upward they opened
wide at points end with dangerously sharp tips. It was then I noticed he
should’ve had twelve points but three were missing. Two on one antler and one
on the other had been snapped off a few inches from the end.
Not even in books
had I seen a buck this size sporting antlers this big. It almost seemed
impossible to hold up until you looked carefully at his muscular build. Easily
seen with every movement it offered an awareness of his great strength.
Suddenly a loud
blast of air startled me and left me reeling to scrape against the tree.
Alerted to our presence his hoofs dug deep as he turned and bolted to safety.
Disappearing behind the branches, another loud snort sounded out before silence
took over. Regaining focus I saw he had returned to the shadows just as quickly
as he had left them. A wash of sadness overcame me and gramps said it would be
okay. He must have known how disheartened I felt because he said he had spooked
him too, and still, Captain Snaps had returned.