Of Woods and Waters: A Kentucky Outdoors Reader

Falling Asleep While Hunting

Falling Asleep While Hunting JOE SURVANT Where hickory ends cedar begins, a dark house where deer stir, uneasy in the rooms. I enter through the hall, the one dry ravine where bedrock is revealed in sheets of solid pain. This is where the buck hung back letting the does go first. I lie on sun-warmed stone. My gun is laid aside. The smell of evergreen and gentle Indian grass. The leaves, the rock, the tick of the briers' dry brown clock. Somewhere a door opens. The buck motions, but I do not understand. Then he stands and sheds his soft brown skin. From the Louisville Review (May 2005) 343 ...