I was a restless,troublesome, young man/boy of seventeen.
One evening a few day's/night's before Halloween, I was out in the wood's with the hound's ,training the young dog's which were used for hunting raccoon's.
We were about to reach Miller's creek when I heard the sound of hoof beat's approaching from well ahead of us .
As the hoof beat's got louder,and much closer on the dirt road, I could make out what appeared to be a wagon or cart being pulled by a runaway team of four Horses.
In the wagon itself ,was a very large cloaked figure which I thought looked to be trying to get control of the run away horses and I moved to the edge of the road so as to get out of the way.
Suddenly, the cloaked figure pulled hard on the reign's and brought the wagon to a screeching halt directly in front of me.
The young dog's,,, frightened, took off for home ,and I was left face to face with the Grim Reaper.
He inquired if I was interested in taking a ride with him through the ages as he put it. "I promise you "he said, "It will be the ride of your life".
I hesitated a moment when he growled. "If your scared,,just say your scared".
At seventeen, I was full of myself and not scared of nuthin and told the old demon "make room" and I climbed aboard.
The ride was as advertised the ride of my life as he drove the team of horses at break neck speed's through the centuries while cracking a whip above their head's,and it was nearly thirty five year's as I recall, before he slowed the wagon down to the point where I thought I might be able to jump without breaking my neck.
I barely managed to escape from the wagon which oddly enough ,wound up close to the same spot where I foolishly climbed aboard.
As I picked myself up from the road the old demon sent out a howl and laughed.
'Didn't I tell ya it would be the ride of your life?" he asked, and then I must have blacked out for when I awoke, I was alone on the dirt road with nothing but the pitch darkness, and the sound's of the owl's that one hear's just before the dawn in these wood's.
It was at this moment, that I decided to put away the bottle of who hit John that I swiped from grandpa's stash behind the barn, and promised the good lord that I would make ammend's and lead a more wholesome life.
I decided to start catching baitfish for sale as bait for a few old fisherman who lived close,and this in turn led me to purchase my first slate bottom aquarium so that I could keep the fishes alive during the colder month's and I enjoyed watching them through the glass .
I have not seen the old Demon in many year's, and I am in no hurry to make contact with him again.
The young dog's grew old and passed away ,but not before we enjoyed many a moon lit night running the raccoon's.
I too hope to enjoy a few more moon lit night's so long as I am able.
I miss the bottle now and again,but not enough to chance once again finding myself on the white knuckle ride I took that evening.
P.S. Feel free to share how you got into the hobby.