1:00 am | Alarm clock rings |
2:00 am | Hunting partners arrive, drag you out of bed |
2:30 am | Throw everything except the kitchen sink in the pick-up |
3:00 am | Leave home for deep woods |
3:15 am | Drive back home and pick up gun |
3:30 am | Drive like hell to get to the woods before daylight |
4:00 am | Set up camp. Realize that you forgot the damned tent |
4:30 am | Head out into woods |
6:05 am | See eight (8) deer |
6:06 am | Take aim and squeeze trigger |
6:07 am | "Click" |
6:08 am | Load gun while watching deer go over the hill |
8:00 am | Head back to camp |
9:00 am | Still looking for camp |
10:00 am | Realize you don't know where the camp is |
-Noon- | Fire gun for help. Eat some wild berries |
12:15 pm | Ran out of bullets. 8 deer come back |
12:20 pm | Strange feeling in stomach |
12:30 pm | Realize you ate poison berries |
12:45 pm | Rescued!! |
12:55 pm | Rushed to the hospital to have stomach pumped |
3:00 pm | Arrive back at camp |
3:30 pm | Leave camp to kill deer |
4:00 pm | Return to camp for bullets |
4:01 pm | Load gun. Leave camp again |
5:00 pm | Empty gun on squirrel that is really bugging you |
6:00 pm | Arrive at camp. See deer grazing in camp. |
6:01 pm | Load Gun |
6:02 pm | Fire gun |
6:03 pm | One Dead Truck |
6:05 pm | Hunting partner returns to camp dragging deer! |
6:06 pm | Suppress strong desire to shoot partner |
6:07 pm | In doing so, stumble and fall into fire |
6:10 pm | Change clothes, throw burned ones into fire |
6:15 pm | Take pick-up, leave partner and his deer in woods |
6:25 pm | Pick-up boils over. Discover bullet hole in radiator |
6:26 pm | Start walking |
6:30 pm | Start crying, stumble and fall, drop gun in mud |
6:35 pm | Meet great big Bear! |
6:36 pm | Take aim |
6:37 pm | Fire gun, blow up barrel plugged with mud. |
6:38 pm | Lose all control of bodily functions. |
6:39 pm | Climb tree |
9:00 pm | Bear departing, wraps gun around the tree |
9:03 pm | Feeling relieved that bear is gone |
9:04 pm | Start climbing down the tree |
9:05 pm | Fall out of tree |
-Midnight- | Home at last |
-Sunday- | Sitting in bed with cast on leg watching TV, slowly tearing hunting license into itty- bitty pieces, place into envelope, mail to the Game Warden with very clear instructions about what to do with it. |