One More Day
Tomorrow is Christmas for me, and I can barely think about it. If I do, I won’t sleep at all tonight. I’m tempted to even nap this afternoon because of it, but then I know for sure tonight would turn into tomorrow after several hours of staring at the ceiling.
The bow opener excites me as much as anything in the outdoor world. The anticipation of what will happen or what will almost happen is nearly too much to bare. If you’re waking up with me in the morning, you already understand. If you’re not, then put bow hunting on your bucket list. It will be a crime if you don’t.
Yes, Eric Fowler, I’m talking specifically to you. As well as a few others of you out there.
JK
I’ve already got too many habits to take up bowhunting. Plus, sitting in a tree isn’t at the top of my fun scale. Maybe if I lived in mule deer country, where I could be on my feet and have to be smart enough to sneak within range of a bedded deer. But just sitting and waiting, hoping to get lucky and have one walk by?
Fowler, you’re truly missing out. With a bow everything is different.