Sunday, September 13, 2009
5 am. That's the time the internal clock wakes me up when I have a crazy notion the night before to go hunting or fishing in the morning. It's an ugly rising. I recall my father carrying me over his shoulder to the truck the first duck hunts. The only one awake ever was the dog. But as the morning progressed we'd see nature come alive. I'm heading out now and going on faith. Even if I don't see any game I know I'll still be able to watch the sun come up over the mountains. That's something to wake up for. I believe.