Hunting Day 1

Today was my big day.  Let's talk about how it went...

2:50 a.m. - My alarm went off
3:00 a.m. - Jumped in the shower
3:10 a.m. - Made coffee, fed Camden
3:14 a.m. - Camden refused to go outside because it was too early I suppose
3:15 a.m. - Pushed Camden outside
3:30 a.m. - Left home
4:00 a.m. - Picked up my buddy, headed to the lease
5:45 a.m. - Started climbing my tree
6:00 - 7:00 a.m. - Saw a woodpecker
7:00 - 8:00 a.m. - Felt a little sleepy, saw nothing but knew by 9:00 we'd have one on the ground
9:00 a.m. - I was wrong, nothing yet but still hopeful
10:00 a.m. - A little less hopeful and starting to think about finding a new hobby
10:45 a.m. - Storm blowing in, time to leave the woods
10:50 a.m. - Thought I felt a lone tear roll down my right cheek.
11:00 - 1:00 p.m. - Driving back to Houston, cussing and confused
1:10 p.m. - Talked to Dad, told him I just didn't understand.  Pops made me realize it's not about the kill, it's about being there and the memories.  Feeling pretty good.
1:50 p.m. - Let Camden out of his crate, he was very happy to see me.  Made me feel good about myself
1:51 p.m. - Talked to Carly, told her I didn't see anything but admitted how great it felt to climb a tree and take in nature again
2:00 p.m. - Realized it called "hunting" for a reason, I'll get um next time.  Back in a good place mentally.
2:30 p.m. - Felt sleepy but gotta get ready for the Texans at 3:15.  2-0 to start the year???

So there ya have it.  I got nothing, saw nothing, was mad/tired/happy/relaxed all by 1:00 today.  I realized I spent half the day 20 feet in the air in the middle of nowhere, quiet, taking in nature and relaxing.  It's not always about the kill, it's about just being there.  Hunting Season is here again.  Thank God...