Memoirs

Davy Crockett Hat - Anthony S. Davis

As I crawled through the dense, thorny underbrush, sweat trickled down from brow to lip.  The salty liquid was more than refreshing, it was... intoxicating.  It summed the scenario quite well.  A summer night, playing with my brothers, my job being to sneak back to the fort without getting caught.  The two of them were good, but on this night I was better.  My Davy Crockett hat has safely guided me to within a few short meters of where they stood.  I almost laugh out thinking what would happen if one of them had to ‘use the bushes.'  In later years I would learn to despise guns but the cap gun gripped between my sweaty palms was my only partner (save the hat) on this night.  If I am spotted I must run and fire, there will be no time to aim.  I am not worried.  The fort is only 25 meters beyond their outpost, and I will have surprise as an extra hand.  I cock the hammer, and I run.

Anthony S. Davis - 1995