Roger met me several years ago out at Cheyenne Bottoms for a 3 day hunt..This was before the big flood a couple years back so the Cattails were still in full force...

We met at the east ramp on pool 3B about 8 in the morning...and set out...Roger had his little Jon boat with his 5 hp outboard! We went out the boat canal and came to the first opening in the cattails and went to the right...We went as far as the outboard would go...About 1/4 mile...Water got real shallow and either a push pole or walking was the only way in! We needed to get another 1/8 of a mile to a good spot I hunted the day before!

I swapped boats with him....My small layout boat maneuvered fairly easily through the shallow water with a Kayak paddle and I walked his boat in! We got to our spot and had a nice hunt...Gaddies and Teal....It was about 3:00 when we finished! We picked up the decoys and headed back to the ramp...Once again Roger was in my boat and I was in his..I started walking and Roger finished up a beer...I had quite a lead on him but kept him insight...I made it back to the cut in the cattails that headed back the boat canal...I started walking down the cut and could see Roger about 200 yards behind me.....I got back to a little deeper water and fired up his outboard and and got back to the boat canal...I stopped and waited for him to catch up and was going to trade back boats! I waited...and waited and waited but no Roger....20 minutes passed so I headed back into the swamp to find him...Now to this day I am not sure what happened...I think he took a left instead of a right and headed in the exact opposite direction of the ramp...Cheyenne Bottoms is huge for those of you who have not been there....

I searched....I screamed....I shot my gun thinking he would shoot back? NO ROGER! By this time it is getting close to dark? I am thinking wholly shiat I have lost Roger! I head back to the boat canal...and then the ramp.. Still no Roger....I grab my flashlight and head back out...about this time I hear it....A mud-motor headed my way...But we were the only ones in the parking lot....about 1/2 way down the boat I was met by an 18 foot Jon with Roger in the front! they were dragging my layout!

Speechless...He said something about getting turned around and then blamed me for not giving him the GPS...We laughed and thanked the local dudes for rescuing our Johnson County asses....

We hunted the next two days...I never let him out of my sight!

Roger...You are not lost now...You are home! Shoot some for me!