The Hunt - Day 1

In February 2007, two boys (ages 9 and 11) and theirfor night. Also, these horizontal stoplights kept
father took a road trip to Texas for their first huntpopping up in all the small towns along highway 87.
together. The boys had known about the trip forThey boys just could not see what the deal was
months and were ready to slay every animal thatwith sideways stoplights. There was a large cannon in
stepped in their path. This was not just an ordinarythe town square in Brady, TX, which is the
hunting trip for a father and two of his sons, but ageographical center of Texas. Of course, they had to
time spent together that would help guide the youngstop and take several pictures of the boys shooting
boys to the road to manhood - their first kill, firstthe cannon and imagining all the explosions of the
skins and first feast. Days prior to the trip, dad andAlamo battle (the Alamo was the first stop the next
the boys practiced throwing knives and hatchets atday). After the minor battle, they headed south.
wood targets at their Colorado home. ThrowingIt was getting dark, so the boys took a short nap
knives and hatchets would be one of the most funwhile dad listened to his favorite CDs, one of many
parts of the trip.peaceful times he would experience on this "hunt." As
It started at 4:30 a.m., because the trip to Texasthey drove through Fredricksburg, dad almost asked
started in Colorado, and it was going to be a longfor directions, but manhood prevailed and he
road trip to San Antonio. The Suburban was alreadyeventually found the way to San Antonio.
packed the night before and all the food for the tripThey reached San Antonio at 8: 30 p.m. (after the
was put in coolers and bags for lunch, but wetime change), and checked into the hotel. Even
started eating as soon as we hit the road.though it was early February, the hotel had an
The excitement was enough to propel them tooutdoor pool so dad and the boys decided to check
Texas and the boys encouraged dad to go fasterit out. Without checking the temperature, they all
because the cops were not out so early in thedecided to count to three and then jump in. All the
morning. As the sun rose from the east, the boysdad could remember was, "it can't be that cold."
looked at the map to see how much farther theyThey got to three and once they hit the water, it
had to go. Only three hours into the trip and thewas like a turbo-charged boat to get to the edge
question, "How much longer?" echoed through theand then out. Dad expected all the lights in the hotel
vehicle. Since it only took two hours to get to Newto turn on after he and the boys yelled at the top of
Mexico, Texas should be around the corner, right?their lungs to fight off the frigid cold water. It felt like
During the trip, the boys looked for anything unusualthe polar bear club.
or cool. While driving in New Mexico, the boys saw aNow, you would think once was enough, but this trip
convoy of army vehicles heading north, an inactivewas going to be an adventure, and "adventure"
volcano, horizontal stoplights, and windmills. Nowmeans risk. Dad and the boys repeated the
these windmills were electrical generators, not just1….2…….3 count and then
the little farm windmills. They started counting theanother jump into the ice bucket, just not once, but
number of windmills and lost track after 100. It wasten more times. A quick run to the hotel room and
amazing to see so many of them. It seemed likethen to bed for another adventure that awaited
they never stopped.them the next day. They had no idea what was
In Texas, the boys noticed there are two differentahead, but, they new it would be new, exciting, and
posted speed limits, one for the day and the othersomewhat dangerous.