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.