ATV's, Nicknames and a Bobble Head

This past weekend, I took DJ for his first deer hunt down to our property that we lease an hour south of Louisville, Ky. It’s a 450 acre farm with lots of woods, fields, creek beds, deer and turkey. Not to mention a pretty vocal pack of coyotes. Overall, I think he had a pretty good time. Unfortunately neither the deer nor the weather cooperated with us this weekend, and DJ didn’t even get a chance to shoot. However, he did learn some very important life lessons. We’ll get to those in a few minutes.
Uncle Brad greeted us as we arrived and he was meeting DJ for the very first time. He welcomed us to camp and we started making plans to get out and hang our “Buddy Stand” that DJ and I would be using. Before we went out to hang the stand, Brad gave DJ a gift that all hunters/outdoorsmen should have. DJ received his first sharp hunting/pocket knife. It’s a beauty, and he really appreciated that gift from his new “uncle”. However, it didn’t take long for DJ to be DJ and already comfortable in his surroundings, he started poking fun at the way “Uncle Brad” talked. When we returned from putting the stand up, the ATV had a low tire. Brad was explaining to DJ that the “tar” needed to be fixed. DJ asked, “What’s a ‘tar’?” Brad said, “You know, those 4 round things that make the buggy go.” DJ says, “Ohhh, you mean the wheels? But you were trying to say TIRE?” We all got a good laugh out of that one as well. We knew he was going to love meeting Kelli Ann Noe, Kent’s daughter, because she has a really sweet southern accent.
Anyway, I realize that all kids are “not the same” when they reach that magic age. But I’m pretty certain, in DJ’s case, 10 is not the age for him to have the patience and stamina to sit in a stand deer hunting for a few hours. I think I’m a pretty patient person, but when it comes to hunting there’s a right way and a wrong way. If you’re sitting in a stand with a talking bobble head on crack, not a deer in the nearest three counties is going to come near you. That’s just a fact. Now, you take that and add that within a 12 hr. period, he went to the bathroom twice within 25 yards of our stand. Another big “No-No” when it comes to hunting. He just couldn’t “hold it” and he’s not quite sure why it mattered. Hopefully he will learn.
Before going to camp, DJ had heard us talking about all the coyotes howling at night. To a 10 yr. old that’s a pretty scary thing. Whenever we were going out to the stand or returning to the house in the dark, you could hear the fear in his voice when he talked. The first time he heard the coyotes howling Friday night as we sat around the campfire, he got up and ran into the house. I had to explain to him that they don’t care for humans either and they wouldn’t be coming up to eat off his plate. We got a good laugh out of that one. Another funny thing about the weekend was the “nickname” Brad and Josh gave DJ. They had decided that DJ didn’t sound very “country” so they chose to call him “JD”. They said it sounded like a good country boy’s name, since 30-40 people in Greensburg, Ky. carried that same moniker. Most of the weekend he was known as “JD” and I really appreciated the way Brad, Josh and the rest of the Noe’s loved on our little man.
One of “JDs” favorite things to do is riding the 4 wheelers. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he wanted to come down just to ride. He’s at the age where he handles a 300 or 400 pretty well by himself. When we saw that the weather was going to turn on us Saturday, I put him on the Polaris and let him go. It was so funny because of the way sound carries down there in the hill country. He was a half mile away from us and we could hear him laughing, hooting and a hollering while he was winding up that 4 wheeler and going “fast”. He really got a big thrill out of that time on the ATV. As the weather turned we found that keeping “JD” entertained was going to be a chore. Luckily, Brad had packed away in a back closet an old Nintendo 64 unit and a dozen games from his other deer cabin. Josh figured out a way to get that unit hooked up to the DVD player that we watch the Duck Commander shows on, and “JD” was off and running with the vintage video games. After a while, he really thought that we should all play a game of Monopoly but we were able to sidetrack him on that one.
We enjoyed sharing a lot of stories Saturday night, some fine cigars and drinks. {not “JD” he was in bed…mostly} We spent a lot of time laughing, talking about friends and family and places we’ve been and faith. We woke up Sunday morning and the ground and everything around was covered in a layer of ice and a dusting of snow. After a little coffee and breakfast we packed up, cleaned up and said our good-byes until the next time. The first 18 miles home is back country roads and rolling hills on the way to the interstate. After the 18 miles, the trip home was smooth sailing until we were south of Columbus. As we were traveling home, “JD” asked if we could go back again sometime even though there were some things he didn’t like. I asked him what things? He said, “The lack of technology, the coyotes, and the cemetery in the back yard.” {There’s an old family cemetery behind the house. “Someone” mentioned around the campfire Friday night that one of the headstones had the name “David Joseph” on it and that it was a young boy that died tragically on the farm.}
I told him that it was my plan to return to the farm as often we can as long as we are leasing it. I think he will eventually settle down enough to let a deer get close to him. But until then, he’ll probably prefer to hang out with the guys, ride the ATV’s and explore all the areas of the farm. And I’m pretty sure he’ll be thankful for having the opportunity to share a place like this with his Dad and some really great friends. I sure am! That’s “the view from my stand!”