Morning in the woods

By Iva Stratton

I was up early in the morning that day as I anxiously awaited the time when I could get on the stand to hunt. It was about an hour before sunlight, and as I looked out the window, all I could see was the heavy condensation of fog and darkness.

I gathered up all my gear and jumped into the car and drove down into the woods toward my stand. My eyes were still groggy from the lack of sleep, as I tried to shake off the tiredness from the night before. I was just too excited to be hunting again, and I anticipated great things for the day. It seemed like a hundred years since the last time I was here in the woods.

I always loved getting the opportunity to hunt, and today was no exception. My heart was beginning to beat faster and faster, and my eyes were slowly

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