O GET YOU THROUGH THE START OF A LONG OFF-SEASON.
the last. High hopes met more often than not with just more disappointment.
Despite all the heartbreaks and missed shots, opening day couldn’t be farther
away. The wait almost unbearable, as it seems to get longer and longer each
passing year.
There was nothing different about the day. It was only slightly colder and the
wind had actually slowed. But yet I could feel it in the air. I’m sure I could smell
it. It’s only early March but I can definitely feel it. The first day in months I felt
like if I closed my eyes maybe, just maybe, when I opened them it would be deer
season. But I didn’t dare close my eyes. Because I knew darn well it wasn’t deer
season. It would only make the next months even more unbearable than they
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