I hate the two nights preceding the full moon. I cannot sleep at all. The night of the full moon is probably my best sleeping night of the month. That is why I am worried about Monday morning. The opening day of the West Virginia firearms deer season is on Monday and I'll probably oversleep. Last night, I went to sleep at 10:30 and was wide awake at 12:45. I messed around and renamed photo files, until I got bored with that.
Might as well go and try to find that elusive Thanksgiving gobbler. So I take a shower and it is still 2 hours too early to head out. Not a thing on TV. There is a Craftman Truck race repeat, but of course I watched the end of that race, before I went to bed. I already know what happened. Goober head won and nobody cares anyway. I'm not in the mood to walk around in Wal-Mart and watch the early morning dopers try to steal something. Turn the computer back on, of course nothing is happening. Why aren't you people on Facebook at 4 am?
Just as well head to the mountain; maybe I can get a nap in before daylight. So I am backing into a grassy area on the side of the road and I am suddenly looking straight up at my front tires. after somehow managing to get out of the truck: not an easy uphill battle. I just shake my head and go on turkey hunting. At about 7, I happen to walk underneath a trio of gobblers and I can see them sail for about a mile and go across the river. Mess around and look for some deer sign for awhile. Head the 1.5 miles back to the stranded truck and call a wrecker. Fifty dollars later, it is noon and I'm back home.. Wonder how tonight will be?
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