...When I was at my 'Finest'...NOT!!!!!!!
...I got into deer hunting when I was in my late 20's. I became friends with a guy who worked for me, and our families entertained together.
I bought a 30:06, bolt action, and went deer hunting with him and members of his family. They had a nice, rustic cabin, and owned 600 acres in the CA coast hills. We would drive up Friday evening, and drive back Sunday afternoon. We would hunt twice during the day, the first was very early morning, and again after dinner. After the second hunt, we would sit, drink, and play Peedro. The first couple times I was there, I didn't drink much...drinking wasn't something that I did at that time. I was attending night Law School, and even one drink affected my ability to analyze a case. BUT...then came my third visit, and the School Semester was over.
So, I decided to drink. They had beer and wine, and some spirits. Well, I started with the wine, then switched to beer, and then had several shots of vodka. From what I can recall, I was having a very good time!!!
I mean, here I was, a young woman, with FIVE MEN, in a small cabin about 30 miles from civilization, and my friends brother was VERY HANDSOME! He was a big guy, he had actually received an athletic scholarship from a big college, and played Quarterback!!!
I had NO INTENTION of getting intimate with any of them, especially since the guy who worked for me was present. But, it was nice to sit with them, play cards, and look around at them. That is probably why I drank so much...plus...they would set a fresh beer in front of me when I finished one. For some reason...I just couldn't stop drinking. (That reminds me of a Japanese saying, "The man drinks the first two flasks of sake, and after that, the sake drinks the man"
) It got to Midnight, and we all went to bed. They slept in the covered back porch, I had the bedroom. Needless to say, I was VERY drunk, and fell asleep...BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...I woke up fairly quickly, and REALLY NEEDED TO THROW UP!!! There was no inside bathroom, so I pulled on my pants, and exited the back door, and started to stagger towards the outhouse.
I didn't make it, I just stopped by an oak tree, knelt, and started heaving. I was hoping that it would all come up at once...but...IT DIDN'T!!!!! I would vomit some liquid, and be calm for about 20 seconds, and then repeat. This just kept going on for several minutes.
...One habit I have, is that I will talk to myself, aloud, at times. So, between heaves I was cussing myself out...using words that I knew...but rarely spoke. I was also aware that the men were listening, I was just outside of the covered porch, and one was giving a running commentary to the others..."Wow, did you hear her really gurgle on that one?" I added cussing at them to my discourse, between heaves.
Then...I said as I looked to my left...
..."Oh great...here comes the FUCKING DOGS" (I am very allergic to dogs)
...I don't know why the four large dogs swarmed around me, but they made my heaving much more complex. So, I was pushing the dogs away from me, and cussing the dogs out, and the men were laughing. One told me the next morning that it sounded like this..."Get away, you fucking mutt"...*heave*..."Damn you, dog, go away"...*gurgle*..."Get out of MY FACE"...*vomit*..." This went on for several minutes, and FINALLY my tummy was empty. I staggered back to the bedroom, and fell asleep.
...I wanted to stay in bed that morning, but they roused me at 5:00 am, and made me try to eat some breakfast. I couldn't eat any breakfast, but they told me to bring my rifle. I did, but it wasn't loaded. I tried to walk, but I wasn't very well, and knew that if I walked down the steep slope into the canyon, they would have to carry me out. So, I just stayed in the truck, and dozed a bit while they hunted. When they came back in a couple hours, they opened the ice chest and got me to drink a beer. I was surprised when it helped...but I had never gotten so drunk before.
...So, on subsequent visits...I moderated my drinking during the card games. I did enjoy hunting, and could handle the steep canyons.
