Snipe Hunt: Rachel’s Point Of View

Okay so this is how I remember my first “snipe hunt.” I was maybe twelve, I can’t really remember how old I was. My age isn’t what I remember the most. You’ll see why. 

If You Are Camping, You HAVE To Have A Snipe Hunt!

Well a couple of the men, including my dad and my hest friends dad, had organized a sort of camp out behind our church. After we had gotten the tents and campers set up we were told we were going on a snipe hunt. They explained what a snipe was, what it looked like and that you had to be very quiet to hunt them. To a child this thing is real. So anywho, my dad and a couple other men gathered all us kids up and took us into the woods. The trail went down a hill so there were a bunch of downed trees and all kinds of debris. Apparently this was a perfect area to find a snipe. 

My dad volunteered to go down the hill of wooded debris to see if there were any snipes hiding down there. I stood there with my best friend and watched as my dad clambered down the debris of trees and bushes. He was down there for a good minute looking for the snipe. All of a sudden my dad let out a yell!! It was a sound I would never forget. I’d never heard my dad panic. He was yelling for my best friends dad to come quick and help him. The snipe had gotten him!! 

Well as a child I started freaking out. All I knew was this mysterious creature had attacked my dad! 

A Snipe Can Do THAT?

After a few silent minutes, I watched as our dads started climbing back up the hill back to us. My best friends dad was helping mine up and I couldn’t quite see him clearly as it was dark, but I could tell something was not quite right. As our dad’s got back up to us I saw what the snipe had done. My dad’s arm was gone!!!! GONE!!! The snipe had torn it off!! O.F.F., off. So of course I started crying. My dad had lost an arm. 

So again, let me say it was dark, I was a child and I had never seen anyone seriously injured or anyone who had lost an appendage. Y’all there was no blood. My dad had stuffed his arm in his shirt and acted like it had been torn off. Mine and my best friends brothers thought it was hilarious. Me not so much. 

Whew!!

So as we made our way back to our little campsite my dad pulled me aside and assured me he was okay. He then advised me that snipes were not real and that it was all just for fun. Well that’s good to know. 

All I can say is this is a story I will always remember and always look back and laugh at now.