buck fever
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I felt like screaming when the chanting of my cousin's alarm clock came bursting through my early morning dreams. After a few shakes and continual "get ups" from my cousin Ryan, I rolled over to see I had been awakened at four thirty am, prime sleeping time. Wiping the sleep out of my drowsy eyes, I remembered that I had promised my uncle Bobby and my cousin Ryan I would go deer hunting with them. We live about five hours apart and I granted to go the next time I came in so I was stuck.
As I rolled out of my warm and inviting bed, excuses started to plunder through my head. After all, my father was the only one out of my grandparents' four boys not to enjoy the outdoors so I didn't have a desire to hunt. I thought at first I would claim to have a stomach ache. Then I thought I would tell my ole' cousin Ryan I simply had something else I needed to do, but when he confessed how happy he was to finally get me to hunting with him, I knew I couldn't turn him down. What's more I never got to see him and this would be a golden opportunity for some quality time. I really dreaded putting on a camouflage Eskimo suit (which was mandatory given how cold late November deer season was) and going traipsing through the woods at dark, at twenty degrees, and especially doing so at five o'clock in the morning...