Huntin’ Truck

6 May

This GMC Sonoma has been a huge part of my life the past 10 years.

This GMC Sonoma has been a huge part of my life the past 10 years.

 

I love my truck. Like a loyal woman she has never failed me. If she had a name it would probably be something like Rhonda or Barb. And although time has taken its toll on her, she remains a crucial part of my yearly whitetail endeavor. Since I purchased her in 2005 I have used and abused her to what may seem like cruelty. Pushing her limits in order to make my life easier. She doesn’t run as good as she used to, but just like me she is past her prime.

She has suffered a ruptured radiator tank at the hands of Mother Nature while driving to check trail cameras. She bares the marks of my carelessness from driving off the road while glassing deer resulting in a caved-in rear fender and broken drivers-side mirror.  The local heard of horses have dragged their teeth across her hood as if they are trying to tell me that they still rule the roost. She continually allows me to defile her insides with empty Mt. Dew bottles, candy wrappers, and a variety of spilt liquids. Constantly taking a beating form all the hunting gear I am throwing in her bed, she never complains. I reward her with new shoes, fresh fluids, and the occasional shower. She understands that this relationship is completely one-sided.

She has been there to comfort me when I have failed as a hunter and also in times of celebration to share in my success. She has been baptized in the the blood of the animals I have harvested. She warms me after the frigid late season hunts and allows me to rest during a mid-day break from the stand. We have shared hundreds, if not thousands, of sunrises and sunsets. I’m not sure if it’s because she is a big fan of Hank Williams Jr. or if her CD player is actually broken, but she won’t give up his greatest hits CD. She’s too kind to say it, but she hates it when I sing along.

When I was younger, she guided me home safely after long nights of… fun. She IS the best, and favorite, piece of hunting equipment I own. These days she sits in my garage and is only taken out to do work or go hunting. Every time I look at her flashes of past hunting seasons pass through my head and I am constantly reminded of the work I have to do to prepare for the next season. She watched from the sidelines while my wife and I celebrated her first turkey kill; a proud day for all of us.

She has been my companion on long out-of-state hunting trips where at time she acted less like a truck and more like a confession booth. Like me, her spirit refuses to grow old.

If she could speak, I wonder what she would say about me?

As always, thanks for reading.
Dan (DFW)

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