Closer
We're getting closer to the very day that defines my existence. Truly, it does because i'm approaching raving lunatic status. I think I must have something wrong with me.Yes, I love to hunt that much.
As for right now, I can still seperate thoughts. I canl hold a conversation without drool coming out of my mouth. However, when I'm silent and thinking, my mind begins to drift towards the Day. The Day is under two weeks away and it can't get here quick enough.
I think back to Opening Day of the '98 season. We had just finished walking one of those mythical patches where one had to see the numbers to believe they were true. I think I shot five roosters on my own. It was warmish, but the sun was a crimson ball, just beginning to disappear behind the western horizon. There was a rarity of no wind, so the smell of freshly burned gunpowder hung in the air. I stood waist deep in thick grass, inhaling deeply, while gazing at my surroundings and thought, "You know, God could take me now and I wouldn't care a bit."
It was a good day.
posted by Rusty @ 10:35 AM
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