Last Thursday my bunkie and I went fishing and caught a 4-pound trout. A beautiful specimen. Maggie and I released this guy back into the water to stay with his family.
Excuse the big head…the altitude made my head swell. mol
Now, let me explain about The Order of the Arrowhead. It is a prestigious group for a select few of Cat Scouts. The best of the best, so to mew. Well, I was scared and happy and scared…actually terrified but I didn’t want it to show. So I carried on with my normal routine Friday evening after the Knowledge Bowl, the Arrowhead initiates were turned out into the woods in our cave person outfits.
We were armed with a blanket, 2 matches, an egg and a compass.
We had to separate from our friends and go our own way without them.
Using my compass I headed due south. Walking for what seemed like hours, I spotted Bobcat tracks and scat…I smelled him too as the wind was on my face. He came around a big boulder and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. I didn’t want to show fear even though all my body parts were trying to shake. I introduced myself as a Sabertooth Cat Scout. He said he’d heard Cat Scouts are friends of the forest so I was welcome to stay if I wished. I told him about the initiation of The Order of the Arrowhead, spending the night in the forest with just 2 matches, a blanket, egg, and compass. He wished me well and I was on my way. I was very tired so I got two sticks about the same height and put my blanket up like a tent. I was between two trees so I was out of sight I thought. It was almost dawn when I heard a soulful song from a bird. I got up to observe the kind of bird that sings so sweetly.
It was a Yellow-rumped Warbler. She was singing a sad song because she couldn’t lay any eggs and was longing for young’uns. She spied my egg. I told her this egg probably doesn’t hold a young’un but she insisted I hold a match underneath the egg to see if there was any life in it. To my surprise, there was life in that wee egg and it was wee compared to eggs in the store. I then blew out and broke the match in half and buried it in the dirt. The lady Yellow-rumped Warbler was delighted when I put the egg in her nest. She hopped on the egg and started to sing a happy song. She was going to name her young’un after me….Shoko the…wonder what kind of bird it is? We sat together most of the morning and she told me her tale and soon we were chirping about the egg. She told me where there were large blueberries so I picked berries for my new winged friend and then packed up my tent and scattered the used leaves and headed north by my compass. I stopped at the blueberry patch and had some berries…that’s why my face has a blue tinge to it. Then I padded onward til I made it back to camp.
We were awarded a diploma for our efforts in the wild. Mom says she’ll frame my diploma alongside the diploma for the Bobcat Rank back in 2013.