A Boy Without a Coat

It was beautiful morning as we drove up the Pearl Beaver Road on our way to Bear Gulch. The snow was glistened as the sun rose above the frost covered ridge. The warmth of the sun was a treat from the brisk night air. We sat in the truck and glassed an opening we called Horse Shoe park. The morning was turning to afternoon; finally, my dad asked if I want to go for a hunt. We got out of the truck and the suns heat was past warm to the point of hot. My dad told me to bring my coat. I looked up at the sky and said, “Dad there isn’t a sky in the cloud.” We left the truck and walked down the road quite a ways and turned up into the trees. Only a few steps into the timber the dark shadow of a cloud followed us into the trees as well. I was without a coat and the snowflakes began to fly. I was the boy without a coat. This was my lesson and I will never be unprepared again.