Dark Misty Morning
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Dark, Misty Morning
As I crawl out of bed like a sluggish bear just coming out of hibernation, I look up at the clock and realize that it is 5:30, and we're not ready. I put my clothes on as fast as possible and rush outside. As soon as I walked through the cabin door, I felt it. There was a since of mystery in the air. I stop to take a deep breath and continue to the Mule. I climb up to the high seat and get ready for the frigid ride to the stand. On the way I noticed a real heavy fog and it was a little misty out, so I put on my hood so my head wouldn't get wet. As we got closer to the stand, I look up at my dad with all the pride in the world, and I hear him whisper, "you ready for the hunt alone."
I replied, "you bet I am."
So when I reached the stand there seemed to be a sense of urgency to get in the stand and be awake and do everything right...