By: Bud Alexis I couldn’t believe how dark it was in the woods, a new moon on this night, and my light went out. I knew there were many wild hogs in this area and I could hear many sounds…
Category: Bud’s Stories
If you have read the post explaining the origin if the Red Hammer, you will know my dad passed the hammer to me. These are some of his stories. He had posted them on a blog of his own called “Bud’s Stories” and were preserved. It is fitting to share some of them here.
Dangling From a Tree
By: Bud Alexis I love to bow hunt and but I get into some crazy situations. Every time I go into the woods, it turns out to be an adventure of some sort. Of course it makes an interesting book…
Done Gone and Made Her Mad
By: Bud Alexis It was my first muzzle loader hunt. The doe stood only fifty yards away. Just like I practiced, I drew a bead with the open sights. I had borrowed the gun from a friend, and was warned…
Swimming After A Shark
By: Bud Alexis When the line went slack I knew I was in trouble. Three people already had been attacked and bitten by sharks in this area, and I had about 50 yards to swim back to shore. Anticipating any…
Suddenly Out of the Darkness
By: Bud Alexis I enjoy bow hunting. So, a friend and I on one of our bow hunting trips decided that if we did not get any deer, that we would stay after dark and try to call up a…
Rattlesnake at My Feet
By: Bud Alexis I joined the Marine Corp reserve when I was in the 11th grade, and each summer we would have to go to Camp Pendleton, Ca, for training. It was on one of these tours that I had…
Never Saw the Like
By: Bud Alexis Helllllp! It didn’t sink in at first, but I did listen to see if that was a distress call. Hellllp! No doubt this time, so we began running through the woods toward the help calls. We would…
The Gas Spill
By: Bud Alexis When living in Ridgecrest, La, I had to take my daughter and son to piano lessons in Natchez, Ms. When I reached Vidalia, I had to get gas, and in the process the gas belched out of…
One Tough Cookie
By: Bud Alexis As I walked past a huge oak tree I came face to face with this monster. We were about five feet apart staring eyeball to eyeball. We lived in a little town close to the Mississippi River,…
Too Cold For A Southern Boy
By: Bud Alexis The icy dark waters quickly closed in around me and I found myself struggling to get back to the surface. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. Finally I came to the surface floundering, trying to…
