It’s morning. I wake to the smell of coffee brewing. My husband has left for the day. The house is quiet. The house is cold. My bed is warm. I decide to give it another 10 minutes. I snuggle with the dog who’s sound asleep. I roll over for just a few minutes more. Coffee. I need coffee. I stretch and decide it’s time. I wake the dog. Coffee. Can someone please bring me coffee? Never mind. It was only a dream. Coffee. I have to get it myself. I grab my robe. It’s still dark out. The house is dark. I stump my toe on the dresser. Nope. I didn’t say it. It’s time to embrace the day. I just need coffee. I rub my eyes. Head down the hallway. I’m half asleep. I try and focus. I yawn. I look up and there they are. The first thing I see every morning. The love of a hunter’s life. My very own wilderness.
This is the final post about deer this season. The season is over and it’s time to talk about fishing. I’m tired of hunting.