An incident happened in my youth and I've never been the same. It has influenced my life ever since. Down in the bayou hunting is a way of life. When I was young there was an accident. I was just a kid. My buddy and I went duck hunting as most did in the swamps of Louisiana with family and friends. On that morning after grabbing a snack We all headed out then separated. My buddy and I searched our spot where we could settle to use our duck calls. While we were walking though a growth of high weeds my buddy collapsed. He was limp, eyes rolled back into his head. I pulled out his walkie talkie which he had gotten the last Christmas so I could talk to his Dad. My buddy showed no signs of life! I hollered into the walkie talkie "
he's dead! Someone help!!" His cousin answered on the other end. He said "CALM DOWN! I can help" "Before you say anything you have to make sure he's dead" There was silence.
A gunshotI answered back on the walkie talkie. I said " OK, NOW WHAT?"