Along the Auwick

The tent was moist and cool. Crickets sang a summer song, while the nerby Auwick creek filled the July evening air with a scent of firmly packed clay.

The moon wasn’t out, but the stars offered enough light to see outside. A fire was smoldering right outside the tent. Inside the tent, a plastic lamp powered by a big square battery cast a bubble of bright white light upon the canvas.

A Daddy Long Legged spider ran across the sleeping bags of the two campers, Bill and Suzanne. The Auwick Creek was not a camping site. It was real wilderness, polluted somewhat by cows urinating in pastures up stream.

The couple was finally alone again in their camping spot.

Bill was tying flies and lures for the morning’s fishing expedition. Pieces of beard from a wild turkey gobbler served as the primary structure for his next hand crafted masterpiece. "See this, Suzanne? The turkey feathers look just like the belly of a minnow, don’t they?" asked Bill as he encircled a fish hook with the plumage.

Suzanne was amazed at Bill’s artistic skills and they way he used his gifts for improving his fishing and hunting tactics . He was an expert hunter and fisherman. Her lover was totally obsessed with every aspect of a fish’s appetite and could create the perfect sound to attract a turkey wanting to mate.

His connection to nature was what she loved most about her man and got really turned on when he immitated a turkey gobbler while making love.

Bill lifted a yellow plastic lid from a Maxwell House coffee can which served as a home for his nightcrawlers. He called the fishing worms ‘nightcrawlers’ because rather than digging in the ground for the fishing bait it was much easier to hunt them at night, after a rain shower, when the long creatures popped their heads out of the ground to get air.

Bill used a flashlight to search for the worms in his family’s back yard and slowly pulled them from the ground, being careful not to rip them apart. He poured a little water on tree moss which lined the bottom of the can filled with worms. The nightcrawlers were plump. A few of them lifted there heads like snakes when the light of the lamp lit up the inside of the metal can.

He assumed the fish could already smell the bait so he zipped up the tent doorway and threw seven earth worms into the Auwick creek. "That’ll get them good and hungry for the morning" said Bill.

He reached over to where Suzanne was laying atop her sleeping bag and kissed both of her breasts while turning out the light.

"Will you marry me, Suzanne?" he asked.

When morning first showed it’s bright yellow hues upon the surface of the Auwick Creek, Bill and Suzanne crawled out of the tent, lit a fire and heated water for instant coffee over the flames.

The day was already extremely warm. Bill was ready to go fishing and Suzanne wanted to swim in the nude. Kids who lived in nearby farms built a damn across the Auwick creek They used stones to slow the river’s flow and create a deep swimming and fishing hole.

Suzanne sat on top of the pile of rocks which formed the dam and water flowed slowly over her shoulders. Her hair had pieces of dead leaves from the creek water but bathing in the muddy stream felt as clean as a bathtub. "What are these white bubbles on top of the water, Bill?" She asked. "That’s cow piss honey. It’s from the cows at the Caufman farm up stream." replied Bill while pointing north.

Suzanne slowly made her way to a muddy embankment closer to where Bill was fishing.

Children who swam in the swimming hole in the Auwick dug holes in the muddy bank which served as a ladder of sorts for climbing to a rope which hung from a tree way above. "Is it deep enough in here to swing and jump from that rope?" she yelled accross the creek to Bill.

"Yes it is! Would you like to try it out?" he asked.

Suzanne began scaling the muddy embankment long before Bill could make his way across the slow flowing stream to assist her.

The mud on the embankment was soothing on Suzanne’s naked breasts as she climbed.

"You’re leaving titty tracks!" hollered Bill.

Suzanne turned, smiled and shouted back "Come till the soil behind me with that rota-tiller, babe! Destroy the evidence of my sin!" Her sassiness was what Bill loved best. She was always ready for more intercourse no matter how hard he tried to make her feel his manhood.

He was happy she had accepted his offer to wed.

He slowly climbed the cliff wall and placed his hand in each hole following the same path his girlfriend had traversed. Water from Suzanne’s soaked body made the steep muddy wall slippery and difficult to climb.

"Up here, hon!" yelled Suzanne, while hanging from the rope in the tree.

Bill looked above to see Suzanne swinging naked twelve feet above his head.

"Stay right there for a second." she asked.

Bill stood motionless for a few seconds thinking his girl had spotted a rattlesnake or copperhead.

Her pubic hair was somewhat darker than the hair on her head. He had never noticed that before. Perhaps the contrast in the afternoon sun is what made it so noticeable.

Bill stood motionless watching Suzanne secure herself safely to the rope with her muscular legs. Water was still dripping from Suzanne’s body. "That’s odd." thought Bill. “Why is she still so wet? He asked himself.

"Feel that, hon?" asked Suzanne. "That’s piss from Caufman’s farm too!"

Bill flew up the muddy wall, ready for revenge