Confessions of a Hunter – Texas Mud Run

By Andy Anderson

During the summer, one of my favorite things to do as a kid was run the creek bottoms around the house. Growing up in the country, the neighbors lived a few miles up the road so they would drive their farm truck down and pick me up to head out for adventures.

Between the neighbor’s land and our own, we had the run of about 50 square miles. We would help each other get our chores done so we could go exploring as fast as we could. There were four of us ranging in age from nine to 14, dressed in nothing more than cutoff blue jean shorts and tee shirts. No shoes; didn’t need them. Our feet were tough as boot leather and we were used to it. We didn’t have bottled water back then, but we had a canteen from the Vietnam War we took with us.

Running the creek bottoms was quite the adventure. We would find all kinds of stuff and would see lots of different animals. The terrain was always different and constantly changing. These creek bottoms were narrow, and sometimes the banks would be straight up, 25 to 40 feet high, tree roots lurching out from the sides down to the water and the dirt looked like layered cake. Trees always covered the creek, providing some shade.

Sometimes there was water we would have to wade though, or trees down blocking the path that we would either have to climb or go under. We called them beaver dams; they were not really a beaver dam but large piles of limbs and such the water would pile up from a flood, making it look like a beaver dam. There were awesome places for snakes and other little critters to hang out. We would always check the pools of water for fish that got trapped as the water receded from a flood.

We spent hours running these creek bottoms listening only to our stomachs telling us when it was time to head back for supper. We had free reign to go as far as we wanted to. Well, one time we did. All we had to do was get across this large pond that was really deep and full of snakes.

We found this big piece of Styrofoam block that looked like it was used for a dock or something. We carried that thing back to the big pond. I bet we covered eight or nine miles walking round trip during these excursions, but we had a mission now, and we had to get to the other side of the big pond so we worked extra hard and started planning things out.

This foam block was big and could hold us afloat, but not wide enough for everyone so we had to build a type of raft. We used bailing twine we collected from feeding chores, some scrap 2x4s and big logs we found in the creek. We built ourselves a raft. We used long sticks as paddles or to push our way around.

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