5 weeks is never enough time. I need to pick up a bow and extend my season, clearly.
The week was full of office hours, not hours hiking on the mountain. I still haven't burned a tag yet, and the pressure is on. I feel inadequate and poor for not killing anything yet.
With this heavy pressure, the plan was set for the weekend: Sleep in on Saturday and much about the house on the some honey-do's and then hit it hard on Sunday.
Sunday rolled around and the alarm went off at 4:15 am. I grumbled, rose and went to collect my pack, rifle, etc. Then it hit me: Apparently the fish was bad. 20 minutes later, and several uncomfortable noises, I called my partner and relayed the information that hunting would be kind of chitty today, and I didn't mean the weather. He made it clear that conditions were not favorable on his end, since he didn't return from a work trip until 2 am that morning. We made a new plan - go back to bed.
I slept until 9:30 AM and then, after a few more complicated bathroom visits, went to Bed, Bath and Beyond and tagged a booner vaccuum.
The week was full of office hours, not hours hiking on the mountain. I still haven't burned a tag yet, and the pressure is on. I feel inadequate and poor for not killing anything yet.
With this heavy pressure, the plan was set for the weekend: Sleep in on Saturday and much about the house on the some honey-do's and then hit it hard on Sunday.
Sunday rolled around and the alarm went off at 4:15 am. I grumbled, rose and went to collect my pack, rifle, etc. Then it hit me: Apparently the fish was bad. 20 minutes later, and several uncomfortable noises, I called my partner and relayed the information that hunting would be kind of chitty today, and I didn't mean the weather. He made it clear that conditions were not favorable on his end, since he didn't return from a work trip until 2 am that morning. We made a new plan - go back to bed.
I slept until 9:30 AM and then, after a few more complicated bathroom visits, went to Bed, Bath and Beyond and tagged a booner vaccuum.