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July 25, 2004 As a youth growing up in the land of 10,000 lakes and 3,000 ponds, fishing was within easy reach and hunting plentiful. Summer was a special time for me because my cousins, Leon and Walter, would come up from Illinois. We were inseparable, the Three Musketeers in Minnesota. One of the fun times we had was when we went to a favorite pond hunting for bait. It was known as “Turtle Pond” because a big turtle, a snapper, lived in the pond. The weather had been warm with no rain for weeks. The pond was a quagmire of mud. We decided to go mud slogging. “That’s the art of walking in the mud.” I said with tongue firmly planted in cheek. We set out slogging to the center of the pond. The mud acted like an incredible vacuum. After an hour of slogging we were still only halfway to our destination. The mud was up to our waist by now. Sadly, we turned around. Each push took us one agonizing step closer to the edge of the pond and freedom. At last we reached the edge and were able to pull ourselves out. I don’t recall our mothers being particularly happy but after a hosing down in the back yard we regained a semblance of cleanliness. And the snapper turtle? Well, he’d gone the way of all flesh the year before or we wouldn’t have been so brave. There are few smells as bad as a dead turtle lying belly up. Is there a moral to this story? Sure, growing up can be an adventure but it’s best when shared with friends. ------------ About the author: Gary Blake has written 2 stories for an online Children's site call Bedtime-story. He is currently working on a third story for the site. http://www.the-office.com/bedtime-story/dreamhorse.htm http://www.the-office.com/bedtime-story/missingrainbow.htm Email: f250@ptd.net Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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