Pooky's adventure

One normal summer day, Pooky was on the bank of a river, far away from his Wyoming ranch. He was doing his favorite thing, sleeping. But when he awoke he found that he was nowhere near where he was when he went to sleep. The note he found in his pocket explained everything “Dear Pooky, I noticed that your survival skills were getting a little rusty. I have left you at this river with a knife and whatever was on your person when you passed out on the lawn chair. I am fully confident that your skills will be remembered quickly. I will be back to get you at summer’s end. Best of Luck!1

Hugs and Kisses 2

Blade And Julia” 3

Pooky read the note again. Then put it back in his pocket and stood up. A knife tumbled off of him, A SEALS sheath knife, Razor sharp and with a serrated edge to saw with. “ Well,” Pooky said to himself “ I guess that’s it then.” Then he launched into checking his pockets and zippered pouches, and lying all that he found on the sandy bank. His two TEC-9’s were there, each with fifty rounds in them, two pocketknives, and twenty feet of bailing wire, Lots of pocket lint, and his watch. Then he checked himself, nothing broken or sprained, he wasn’t hungry. Think! he commanded himself; Fire first then shelter, then food. He had no matches, but his watch had a crystal in it. In to the bush he went, snapping off twigs and pencil thick bits of sticks he brought it back to the bank. With the lint in a hole about two inches deep in the sand, He pilled the wood around it in a tepee. Thickest on the outside, smallest on the in He then angled the watch crystal to the sun. A small white dot appeared on the lint he brought the watch closer and the dot got smaller and the lint started to smoke. Finally a flame sparked, Pooky pulled the watch away and gently blew on the flame, and it grew and started to lick at the smaller wood. He blew again, this time the small wood was engulfed by the flame and it was quickly eating at the pencil thick wood, In to the forest Pooky went, he grabbed larger wrist thick bits and dragged a large log back, He quickly broke and fed the hungry flames, not until the fire was a foot high and three logs were burning on it did Pooky relax. Not bad for someone whose survival skills were “rusty” He thought. It was almost dark and he must keep the fire going through the night. He dragged a sufficient pile of wood for the night, ten logs, that should be more than enough. As he lay down next to the fire he felt safe and secure, the fire would burn all night and act as a guard, Animals would stay far away. Tomorrow, he thought shelter and food.4

The next day he woke up and stretched like a cat, very contempt except his stomach was growling. After throwing some thick chunks of pine on the fire, he went to hunt. Prowling through the forest with two rounds in one of his TEC-9’s he scanned the brush for a rabbit or a pheasant. He saw the black of a rabbit’s eye next he found the rabbit’s body. Aiming for the head he brought his pistol up slowly, so as not to antagonize the rabbit into moving suddenly and spoiling his aim. Slowly he inhaled and touched the trigger. The gun recoiled into his rock solid wrist; the spent cartridge tumbled to the pine needle covered ground. The rabbit was flopping around in the hazelnut bush. Dead already. Pooky bounded up to the rabbit, holding it by it’s back legs he tied it to his belt loop with some string, knowing that it would take more than one jack rabbit to subdue his hunger. Moving through the forest in the same manner he took two more rabbits. As he went to move back to his camp he noticed something that stood out against the straight arrow pine trees. A small cabin, a simple one-story cabin, rather large, unoccupied for what looked like years, It had a Stone chimney and some pine furniture, handmade. Pooky made up his mind; after the rabbits were done he would move camp. 5

He went back to the fire, Threw on more wood and after skinning and gutting the rabbits He found three green willow branches and spitted the rabbits and ate ravenously. He then moved to the cabin and lived there until Blade came and got him, but before leaving Pooky darted back into the woods, Blade followed, His copter gone, where it was there was a note, “Dear Blade, I noticed that you survival skills were getting a little rusty, I will be back to pick you up at falls end. Good luck!6

Signed 7

Pooky” 8

Blade looked at the sky and Bellowed “ Pooky you better get your sorry ass back here and pick me up!” But Pooky was sitting on the same lawn chair that he was in at summers beginning and had no fear of being forced to survive and continued his nap. 9