The truck is mostly full, and I dunno where the rest of it will go. Thank goodness I can't find three longjohn tops, or I know for darn sure that the load wouldn't fit.
I almost couldn't go, and I was fretting very badly, as I desperately need the time away from my life's stressors. So, here I sit, instead of loading the last of the stuff, because coffee is good and I like to take one last look around before getting on my way. Once again I will see fall turn to winter, walk the woods a free person, bristling with weapons and steeped in grateful humility. The moon is full, and will wane over the course of my hunt, and I intend some long conversations with her.
Now I see that a member of this board, who has always lent a kind hand and a gentle smile, will not be hunting this fall, as he has stepped onto the trail that leads beyond. I will include him in my campfires, offer him what I have, and try to come up with a story for him every day that I hunt. Each of these days is precious.
Killder
Topic: About to go (Read 3365 times)
