My son and I were caught ahead of a conservation department controlled burn on a big block of public land. We were coyote calling and came in from the south. The conservation department set the fire from the north. The boy and I were about two miles from the truck calling in a deep brushy creek bottom when I first smelled the smoke. The smell became fairly strong on the wind so I decided to climb to higher ground to hopefully get a better view. About halfway up ashes were mixed into the wind like snow flurries. We picked up the pace and once we got high enough to see I could tell the bottom below us was smoke covered. There's no cell service so we hustled our butts off the 1 1/2 miles cross country back to the truck. Once we were able to drive out a way I circled around and saw fresh tire tracks on a logging road and followed them to where a dozen state trucks and trailers were parked. Nobody was around but I could hear heavy equipment running back in the direction we had been hunting. Once I got back to town I called the sheriff's office and was told that the conservation department was doing a controlled burn in that area. I explained how we were nearly trapped down in that holler and they said the conservation agent would contact me asap. He never did, I got busy and let it go. It was an interesting experience.


Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.