Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2012 13:52:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys In The Wood

This story contains some graphic descriptions of boys engaging in
watersports, having sex with each and with dogs. If you are too young to be
reading this sort of material, if it is illegal where you live, or if
you're offended by such things are offensive to you then please leave this
page.

Hugs,
Tag_m


I loved roaming the woods and meadows on my grandfather's estate and
because I'd been roaming it for much of my 16 years, I knew just about
every square foot of the 5000 acres. I knew where to see deer and elk and
had the patience to sit quietly for hours at a time in one of the hides
that I'd built waiting for them to show up. I'd seen plenty of baby
raccoons frolicking in a meadow, fawns learning to take their tentative
early steps and the huge salmon that inhabited his private lake. Duck,
quail, grouse and pheasant were common as well

My grandfather had taught me wood lore since I was able to walk, my uncle
carrying on that tradition when my grandfather couldn't any longer because
of health reasons. I could track just about anything, could tell how old
spoor was, within reason and if it was droppings I could tell you what
animal made it. I was very adept at moving with stealth, and leaving as
little spoor as possible.

Although I rarely hunted the property I could hit a gnat's ass at 300
hundred yards with my 30-06 and about 100 yards with my bow. Typically I
carried a hunting knife with me as well as a Smith M&P with 17 shot
clip. There were a few predators on the property and more than once I'd
encountered one with my uncle and when I was alone. I learned early that
most of the time they'd run away but there were times when they wouldn't,
especially if their young were involved. It was always best to have a
weapon of some sort. Being around the caves were generally the most
dangerous.

I owned a full range of camouflage gear for any season including face paint
and most often wore the gear when I went out exploring. When the weather
was nice it wasn't unusual for me to strip my clothes off once I was out of
sight of the house, and roam naked all day long, pretending to be a feral
child. Plenty of times I jacked off in those woods, anointing the bushes
and myself with globs of my sperm. On one hot summer's day when I was about
14 I jacked off 8 times out there and by the last one my poor balls weren't
giving up a whole lot of juice. I slept like a log that night.

Of course my grandfather had dogs, a variety of them, and I often took one
or two of them with me when I went out. They were all trained hunting dogs
and knew how to behave with woods. I'd never done anything with the dogs,
sexually I mean. I got kind of a charge out of watching them wash their
boners but it never occurred to me to do anything with them. Well, almost
anything. I did let one of them lick my cock once when it was hard. I guess
she liked the precum or something. I liked it too and ended up jacking off
and letting her clean it off afterwards, which was pretty intense. But that
was it really.

About once a month I'd hike the perimeter of the property making sure the
fences were okay that the various signs were still in place and not
damaged. The property was completely posted with signs that read NO
HUNGTING, NO TRESPASSING, PRIVATE PROPERTY and the like. Sometimes I'd find
them marked up, shot up, or torn down and I'd go out the next day to
replace them. A little over1/3 of the property shared a boundary line with
a government installation. The base was a communication site so there
weren't a whole lot of personnel stationed there. Being a military base
meant that the whole place was surrounded by a 12 foot high cyclone fence
with 3 strands of barbed wire angled inward and outward at the top. Somehow
my grandfather had managed to get another third of our property fenced in
the same manner. The rest of our property was bordered in more traditional
materials except for the entryway which was an equally high stone wall for
almost a half mile on either side of the wrought iron gates.

So it was, about a week after summer vacation started, that I was walking
the inside perimeter and came to where a traditional barbed wire fence
ended and the cyclone fence began. I was on the northeast side about ¾ of a
mile from my grandfathers house as the crow flies, and about the same
distance from the nearest blacktopped road. There was a small gate between
the wire and the cyclone fencing that had been used some years before to
allow livestock to pass from one section of the property to another when
grandfather had owned that section as well.

Flimsy at best, the gate had a small chain and combination lock on it for
as long as I could remember. As I got close to it I could see that one side
of a link in the chain had been cut and the link put back so a casual
observer might not notice it. I noticed immediately. In addition I could
see that someone had been through the gate and I knew that I wasn't me or
anyone in my family. I cast around and from what I could tell someone had
been through there more than once and the most recent seemed to have been
recently, as in the past few days. About a foot or so up the fencepost
where the chain was I saw what looked like a water stain which mean that
either a small person or a dog and pissed there, either one marking his
territory.

I followed the trail that they appeared to have taken, toward the interior
of our property, identifying the signs of their passing, and immediately
came across a small pile of dog shit at the edge of the trail and just
beyond that more piss at the base of a fir tree. As I walked I noticed the
tips of some small branches broken off but they were at different heights
so I was assuming that more than 1 person had passed and another pile of
dog shit indicated more than 1 animal as well.

The trail ran close to our creek for a minute and I could tell that whoever
it was had gone to the creeks edge. It was there, in the mud that I saw at
least 3 different shoe prints and different dog prints. So, we had a troop
of trespassers. I went back to the trail. Another couple hundred feet and
it would come out onto a very small meadow, a clearing in the forest and
wasn't more than a few hundred square feet in size, smaller than a 1
bedroom house. At the far end was one of my hides, a hole cut inside a huge
blackberry bramble that I could get into from the other side. The creek ran
almost alongside the little clearing for 15 feet or so before coursing off
again into the forest. It was a terrific place to watch animals and I'd
done so on more than one occasion. A part of the beauty was the natural
pool in the creek. Some nice sized trout hung out in the deepest part of
it, underneath the overhang of the bank, and more than once I'd gone skinny
dipping in there, despite the fact that it shrunk my dick and balls up to
nothing. Lying on the soft grass of the meadow in the hot sun afterwards
dried me off in no time.

I approached the little glen slowly, ears attuned to anything other than
the ordinary woods sounds. I came around a huge old fir tree that guarded
the trail and saw that it was empty. I could see where the party of people
and dogs romped around the meadow then a spot close to my hide where the
grass had been tamped down as if an animal or 2 had slept there. The grass
was trampled down enough for me to tell that something or someone had lay
there a long time or for many days in a row, which amounted to the same
thing. Closer to the creek was another little area that was also tramped
down but unlike the first one it appeared to be damp; more so than just the
dew of the morning.

I walked along the edge of the little glen and found a strip of plastic,
what looked to be the end of a potato chip bag or something along those
lines. There was nothing else so I assumed that whoever was here was
cleaning up after themselves which was good. At the edge of the creek were
a great many prints that appeared to be both dog and shoeless humans and at
least one of those a child for the foot wasn't very big. In fact none of
the shoe or foot prints from either place looked to be very big. It was
curious indeed.

I was considering what to do next, hang out or continue my journey, when I
heard the faint sounds of a dog barking and even fainter sound of people. I
quickly pulled a bottle of skunk scent and sprayed a bush next to the creek
then moved quickly along the creeks' edge and moved around the end of the
blackberry bramble to my hide. I pulled the trailing brambles to the side,
went through, and pulled them back over the hole then crawled to the front
when I could peek out on the entire little glen.

The noises became louder although it wasn't yelling or anything like
that. The first movement into the glen was a dog, followed by yet another
dog. A second later the first human came around the tree. It was a boy. I'm
not the best judge of age but he looked to be 10 or so years old. As soon
as he stepped into the glen he started pulling his t-shirt off as walked
toward me. A moment later 2 more boys came into view, one clearly a
teenager the other younger, maybe a teen or a preteen, say 12 or so. As 2
more boys came into the glen the first boy was within 15 feet of where I
lay hidden, and was shoving his jeans down. Another dog came out of the
woods along with 3 more boys; one a teen, one maybe 9 or 10 and one in
between, the oldest one was carrying what looked to be a folded up
blanket. By now the boy closest to me was down to his briefs and his hand
was clutching at the front. Last but not least was another teenager with a
boy maybe 9 or 10.

They all came over to my side of the glen and they were all getting
undressed down to their underwear. The dogs all ran to the creeks edge
right off the bat but left immediately, probably due to the skunk scent. As
the last two approached I could hear the teen talking to the younger boy.

"So that's how things are going to be. It'll be okay and I'll be right here
with you okay?" The younger boy nodded his head. He was a little cutie,
platinum blonde hair and blue eyes.

"You're gonna love it Jeremy," one of the other youngsters said, going over
and putting his arm across the blonde haired boys shoulders, "you'll
see. We all do. The first older boy was down to his briefs and had a
surprisingly nice bulge. The rest of the boys got undressed and waited for
the last little boy, all of them hanging their clothes on the bushes that
encircled the glen close to the creek, shoes and socks on the grass below
them. Some of the younger boys were feeling and rubbing at their crotches
and I could see the result of that. The oldest boys, probably 13 or 14
remained softened but the boy that appeared to be 12 or so was beginning to
bulge. I saw that his was a nice sized package as well. I knew that they
were all going to get naked in a moment and I figured that it was an
initiation for the little blonde kid that would probably involved his
having to suck dick or something. My own 8 inch cock was already half way
hard in anticipation of a show.

The youngest boy was finally down to his briefs and the oldest boy said,
"One, two, three," and on the last count all the boys peeled their briefs
off and everyone checked everyone else out, although it was apparent that
they had all seen each other before, only the blondie was new. He started
to cover himself but the oldest boy told him he had to show it. Like the
other two younger boys his little boys' cocklet was typically small and his
balls a crinkled up sac between his pale thighs. The 2 oldest boys had nice
sized cocks although not as large as mine, and bushes of hair growing at
the base of them. Their balls appeared completely hairless as well. The 12
year had a dick the size of the older 2 but didn't have a single hair in
sight which I was a little amazed by.

"Who is gonna Buddy Jeremy," one of the teenagers said, a boy with longish
brown hair and a thick sausage of a cock that was starting to rise up a
little.

"I will," another of the teens said; this being who I perceived to be the
oldest of the group, the boys whose package I first admired. He was indeed
nicely hung, 7 or so inches of cock hanging over an equally nice sac of
balls. He had the most hair of all the boys as well although it wasn't yet
a bush of moss like mine was, at least before I'd started trimming it down
some.

"Alright Stephen," one of the younger boys said. The teen reached out to
the younger boy.

"Come one Jeremy, I'll be with you." The little guy took his hand and
Stephen led him slightly to the right of where I lay hidden and lay down in
the grass, the boy lying down with him. The rest of the boys gathered
around the two prone boys and the older boy, Stephen, said,

"Remember, get my face." I saw that Stephen was beginning to get hard.

"Don't worry Steph, you'll get what you want," another teen said. With that
the whole group except the boy that looked to be about 12 took hold of
their dicks. I didn't want to believe what I thought was going to happen
but it certainly did. All of the boys but the one started pissing on the
two lying in the grass. They aimed their pee so it went everywhere and as
promised one of the older boys aimed his thick stream on Stephen's
face. The boy opened his mouth to take in whatever got there and one of the
younger boys scored a direct hit with his thin but strong stream, pissing
directly into the older boys' mouth. I could hear Stephen groan.

Stephen was fully hard in seconds, his cock stretching out to hang in the
air above his flat belly. The boys pissed on crotches, on faces, chests,
everywhere and from what I could see not a drip was wasted. All of the boys
were hardening up but the little guys were fully boned. They all must have
been drinking water all morning and not letting any of it out because they
must have pissed a gallon on the two boys. As the streams dribbled away I
saw Stephen grab hold of his dick and start to spray piss as well and
wondered how he could manage it through a hard on. I never could. He raised
his head a little bit and directed his stream up onto his face, spraying
his eyes and nose as well as his mouth and stroking his cock a little bit
as if to encourage the flow. He managed to keep the stream directed there
and I watched in awe as the boy drank his own pee.

As the boys stepped away the dogs nosed in and began licking the boys'
bodies, cleaning the piss off of them. The rest of the boys started playing
with each other, dropping to their knees and sucking whatever cock was
close to them. Even the older boys sucked cock and seemed to do so with
great enthusiasm. One of the dogs licked on Stephen's face and when the boy
opened his mouth the dog licked inside. Stephen's arm went up around the
dog's neck pulling the dog in as if he were a lover, which I guess, he was
sort of.

Stephen finally pushed the dog away and pulled the little boy to him and
kissed him. Jeremy seemed to kiss him back, putting his arms around the
older boys' neck. Stephen held him while they kissed, ran his hands up and
down Jeremy's back and onto the boys' cute little butt. My heart was
beating like crazy.

God I wished it was me there holding a boy and kissing him like that and it
wouldn't have mattered if it was the teen or the preteen. I just wanted to
be with a boy so badly I could taste it. I had known I liked boys from a
young age but had never acted on it, never done anything sexual with
another boy. My dick was as hard as a rock as I watched them, wishing I
could be there with them, doing what they were doing. I was dying to haul
my cock out and jack off watching them. I found the pissing thing rather
interesting. I hadn't thought about being pissed on or even pissing on
someone else but somehow I found the whole thing erotic and wondered about
trying to piss on myself when I took my shower that night.

One of the teens called a dog over and started jacking the dog off. "Who
wants to suck a dog cock," he called out and every one of the boys said
they did. I wondered what the hell was going on with these depraved
boys. Pissing on each other, drinking it, jacking and sucking dogs. The
next you knew one of them would be letting a dog fuck him, or they'd be
fucking each other. That shows how naive I was.

Off to the right Stephen had gotten Jeremy to straddle his body, ass to
face, and the both of them were avidly sucking each other's cock. Oh my God
to have that blonde cutie attached to my dick. I slowly moved my hand down
to clutch at crotch.

One of the little boys had crawled under one of the dogs and was sucking
its cock, the dog trying to fuck the boys' face.

"Don't make him squirt out Stacy or he won't be able to fuck us," another
of the younger boys said. I wanted to touch my bare cock so badly, I wanted
to stroke myself, squirt my sperm out onto the ground, wanted to feel my
body vibrate from the feelings of cumming. Other boys were working on other
dogs, stroking then sucking them. Boys that weren't doing something with a
dog were doing each other. I watched Stephen peel Jeremy's butt cheeks open
and start licking the little boys' puckered hole. I had never considered
such a thing before but certainly did when I saw that.

I rubbed on the outside of my camo's, pressing and gripping my hard cock. I
really wanted to be with a boy, wanted to suck on his sweet hard cock and
feel him do the same to me. I'd know that I liked boys for some time but
had never done anything with one, ever. Watching all those boys doing stuff
to each other and the dogs made me even more determined to act on my
feelings. I wondered what they would do if I stepped out of the bushes. I
wondered if they'd let me play with them.

Stephen finally stopped and gently rolled Jeremy off of him. "I need to get
fucked right now," he exclaimed, gripping his cock and stroking it a couple
of times. "Scooter heel," the boy commended and the largest dog of the
group came over to him apparently aware of what was next because his meaty
red cock was about half way out of its sheath. Stephen dropped to his knees
alongside the dog and began stroking him and coaxing even more cock out. He
then got under the dog and began licking the tip before putting the thing
in his mouth and sucking it. The dog stood stock still as the boy suckled
his hard cock.

Another of the older teens pulled a bottle out of his backpack and poured
some of the liquid onto his fingers then knelt next to Stephen who splayed
his legs open. The boy then smeared the stuff on the other boys' hole.  Yet
another boy had gotten Stephen's t-shirt and was waiting and when the boy
climbed out from under his dog Stephen took the shirt and quickly it over
his head and got onto his hands and knees. The older teen boy got on his
next to them while the 12 year old got to his knees at Stephen's head.

"Scooter mount" the teen said and the dog mounted the boy, his paws wrapped
around Stephen's waist and started humping, trying to find the hole. The
teen boy helped guide him and as soon as the dog shoved his cock in
Stephen's asshole the boy in front of him started pissing on Stephen's
upturned face. I heard the boy moan as the dog started fucking the living
shit out of his ass while the 12 year old continued to direct his spray all
over the teenagers' upturned face. It was unbelievable. As soon as the boy
stopped pissing he got closer and put his cock in Stephen's mouth and the
older boy began sucking it greedily.

The dog finally slowed down then stopped and dismounted. I hadn't noticed
that the teenager alongside of him had kept his hand up under the dog but
as soon as the dog moved, the teenager took his place and immediately
shoved his hard cock up Stephen's butt and started to fuck him. He didn't
move like the dog did but he got a pretty steady rhythm going. Looking
around I saw that the other dogs had mounted boys and were fucking them and
those that weren't with a dog were with another boy. Jeremy was teamed up
with another 10 year old avidly sucking the boys' cock as much as his own
cock was getting sucked on. Since everyone was busy I slowly got my zipper
down and pulled my full stiffened cock out, thankful that it was one of
those days that I hadn't worn underwear in anticipation of being naked in
the woods and jacking off.

"Oh yeah, fuck me harder Timmy," Stephen called out; "fuck me harder." Oh
man I wanted to be with one of those boys and it didn't matter which one. I
wanted to fuck a boy really bad but I also wanted to get fucked, I wanted
to feel another boys' hard cock stretching out my virgin butt hole then
filling it with his sperm. As Stephen started informing everyone that he
was cumming I felt the same thing happening to me then all of a sudden
there it was; the incredible feeling of my sperm rushing up my cock like a
freight train and shooting out onto the ground. I worked hard to not groan
out loud and give myself away as 5 powerful jets of cum shot out followed
by a lot of oozing. Despite the fact that I'd jacked off in my bedroom the
night before there was still a lot of juice.

When ever a dog finished and got off of a boy another boy took, shoving his
hard cock up the recently vacated butt hole and fucking it with wild
abandon. After Stephen disconnected with Timmy he turned to face him and
the two engaged in a hug and long passionate kiss, which were two more
things on my "what I want to do with a boy" list. And they weren't the only
ones.

This orgy went on for about 2 hours, the boys trading off with each other
and the dogs. I think every boy got fucked by a dog by the time it was over
not to mention being sucked and I saw the 4 older boys squirt their sperm
out as much as I had and I had cum 3 times. While the younger boys didn't
make sperm they sure must have had the same kind of feelings considering
how loud their moans and other noises were.

They all went down to the creek a half dozen times each to drink and good
around and at least 2 of them lay down in the grass and got pissed on,
including Stephen a second time.

They finally got dressed and headed out but only after Stephen told them to
check and make sure that nothing was left behind. I started backing out of
my hide before the last back disappeared around the huge fir tree and once
I was able to stand up I jerked the bottom of my camo's down and proceeded
to piss.

I stared at the thick yellow stream and wondered what it would taste like,
what it would feel like being pissed on like the two boys had been. Like
most kids I'd been raised to believe that urine was a waste product and
contained tons of germs that could make you sick; that if you ever got any
on your hands or fingers you needed to wash right away with plenty of soap
and hot water. I was thinking about that as my cock slowed to a dribble
then finally stopped altogether. I let my dick hang in the wind a moment
longer before dutifully shaking it off and tucking it away again.

So, if that were all true about piss then surely Stephen and Jeremy were
doomed to die. But wait. In the beginning one of the teens had told Stephen
that he knew what the other boy wanted or needed. Clearly some of the boys
had been through that before and here they were seemingly healthy. As a
teenager I had come to realize that adults had lied to me about a variety
of things as I was growing up and it seemed that piss being deadly, dirty
or awful might be added to that list.

I gave the boys a 5 minute head start before I followed them. I could hear
their faint sounds along with the barking of the dogs in the distance. When
I got to the gate I saw that it was put back the way I'd found it. From
there I continued my journey along the fence line. I tried to pay attention
to the things around me but the activities of the morning continued to
dominate my thoughts. I wondered if the boys would be there tomorrow and
wondered if there was some way I could join them, wondered what it would be
like to be a part of their little group. The one thing I knew for sure was
where I was going to be by 9 O'clock the next morning.

That night in my shower I purposely pissed on my leg then quickly lay on
the shower floor directed my stream onto my belly. I found it warm and not
unpleasant but I was damned if I'd drink the stuff. I found myself getting
hard doing it and wondered what that was all about although I didn't dwell
on it. I lay on the floor and jacked off, the sperm filling my shallow
belly button hole and some of it dripping down into my pubic hair. I fell
asleep in my bed, naked and hugging a pillow and dreaming about the
possibilities that the morning could bring.

But nothing happened. I was at meadow by 8 and waited until 10 but the boys
didn't show up. The time wasn't wasted however. I took the time to quietly
build another hide, one that I could stand up in. With the exception of the
trail and the creek, most of the meadow was surrounded by thick brush,
Salal, humble berry bushes, pencil dick alders of varying heights and other
things. I wouldn't be as close to the action as I'd like but with my
binocular headset I could still get a bird's eye view. When it was finished
I sprayed skunk scent around it to mask my human scent and hopefully
wouldn't attract the dog's attention. When I was done I scanned the hide
from all different angles and while I could detect where it was I doubted
that any of the boys would be able to.

I went out 3 days in a row to no avail. I spent free time practicing with
my bow, shooting from the hide among other places, honing my skills under a
variety of circumstances and settings. On the 4th day the boys came.

There was something different about them, about their behavior this
time. It was much more subdued than before and in fact I hadn't heard them
from afar as I had the first time. A couple of the youngest boys came into
the glen first then just stood there waiting for the rest of them. Then the
oldest boy came into view but he stumbled into the glen and then a much
older boy came in right behind him and it was clear the older boy had
shoved the younger one.

"So this is your little hiding place huh Stephen," the bigger kid sneered.

"Your little fuck nest," another kid said as he came into the glen. This
was bigger than the first one but mostly fatter. The rest of the crew
filtered in and stood around watching sullenly.

"Who's gonna suck my dick first," the first kid asked the group.

"I think you ought to let this little guy do it Gerald, he's a cute little
fucker," the fat shit said.

"Maybe you're right Harold. Get over here kid," the boy said to the cute
young blond kid.

"You can't do that," Stephen said to the older boy who turned around and
punched Stephen in the belly.

"I can do whatever I want," the kid said.

I had pulled an arrow from my quiver and had it nocked so pulled the string
back as I raised the bow up. I let the arrow go and it landed between the
older boys' feet.

"Not on my property you can't." I yelled out at him. All of the boys looked
all around them but couldn't tell where my voice came from. Fat Harold
reached out and grabbed the little blonde kid and pulled him so that the
little kid blocked his body although I had to laugh because the little kid
only came up to fat shit's mid belly.

I already had another arrow out and nocked and let it go, sinking it into
another large fir right beside fat shit's head. "You are on private posted
property," I yelled out. "I have every right to shoot you dead right where
you stand." They all pretty much figured out the general direction I was
yelling from so I slipped out of the hide and made my way around the glen
about 15 degrees. I came out on the trail they had come in on but they were
so focused on the far end of the glen they didn't know I was there. I
stepped into the glen, bow up and arrow nocked and the bowstring pulled all
the way back to my right ear. Stephen saw me and his eyes went as wide as
saucers.

"Fat shit," I called out and everybody turned and everyone's eyes went
wide. I stand an easy 6 feet tall and with the camo as well as the face
paint I probably looked like a demon. I saw a wet spot appear at the crotch
of fat boys' jeans because the arrow was pointed directly at his face from
less than 20 feet away.

"You," I said pointing the arrow at the fat boy then moving to the other,
"and you, have 5 seconds to start to moving down this trail and off my
property before I put an arrow into you." They started moving immediately
and I stepped way off to the side to allow them to go keeping the arrow
pointed at their heads.

"You guys," I said to the boys. "Sit down; I'll be back in a little bit." I
then moved off into the woods and followed the older boys, tracking
them. They stopped to talk about it and I sunk and arrow into a tree right
next to their heads again. They had no idea where it came from and
immediately started running down the trail. I got to the boundary line
before they did and as they approached it I sunk another arrow into the
fence post for the gate.  The boys stopped sharply.

"If I ever see you on my property again I will shoot you dead. If I hear
that you've been on my property or if I find out that you have harmed those
other boys in any way I will come to your bedroom at night while you are
asleep and cut your throats. Do you believe me?" They both nodded their
heads.

Then get the fuck off my land." As soon as they crossed the boundary line I
sunk an arrow into a tree beside in front of them. They got the message and
ran like hell but sunk yet another arrow into another tree, again in front
of them. They seemed to put on a burst of power and headed around a turn. I
waited a moment then retrieved my arrows and jogged back to the glen where
I found all of the boys sitting quietly. They all stood as I came into the
glen and it was clear that they were scared. I pulled my arrows from the
places that I'd sunk them and returned them to my quiver then approached
the boys.

"Are you gonna shoot us mister," one of the youngest boys asked.

I smiled at him as I shoot my head. "No Jeremy, you guys are safe and
welcome to be here. It's the bullies that I would shoot if I had to."  I
think they were all surprised that I knew the young boys' name. Stephen was
looking at me a little strangely.

"You're just a boy, like us aren't you?"

"Yes Stephen I am. Not much older than you and Timmy are either." I looked
around then back at Stephen. "You didn't bring Scooter with you today, or
any of the dogs." By now they were all somewhat nervous. I knew their names
and the fact that they'd brought their dogs out as well as knowing one of
the dogs' names.

"You saw us here before didn't you?" Stephen asked the question. I smiled
at him and nodded my head. "What did you see?"

"I was here the last time you were here and saw you the moment you came
into the glen. I had been out checking our fence line, saw the broken link
where you had come through, followed your spoor here and saw the trampled
down grass so I waited over there, in the blackberry bushes and watched you
until you left and then followed you back to the fence." Stephen looked
around at the group of stunned boys then back at me.

"And we had no idea you were here. Even the dogs didn't know you were
here." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Well for what it might be worth very few people might have known I was
here; my grandfather and my uncle for sure, and of course me if it had
someone else other than me that was watching and following you. As for the
dogs, well, they seemed pretty busy with other things, besides, I sprayed
skunk scent down by the creek so they wouldn't pick up my scent."

"What is your name," Stephen asked.

"Calais," I said. ( Kah' lay) "Like the French city." I extended my hand
and the boy took it then introduced the rest of the troupe although I
pretty much already knew their names.

"So now what Calais," he asked.

"I don't know. I guess you can go about your business." I didn't move for a
good 5-10 seconds then turned and started to head toward the trail and was
just shy of disappearing into the woods when,

"Wait, Calais," Timmy called out. I stopped and turned and saw him
whispering in Stephen's ear, the teen named Jan was standing there
whispering to them too. They stopped talking and came over to me, the
youngsters behind them.

"You saw us, saw what we did, know what we're gonna do and you aren't mad
at us or bothered by any of it," Stephen asked. I shook my head and said
no.

"Told ya," Timmy said in a low voice.

"So, would you like to stay and do what we're gonna do; do some stuff with
us?" I didn't have to think about that for even a second.

"Sure, if you'd like me to," I said, the relief in my voice evident, at
least to me.