Sunday Hunting

Most Sundays for me are a relaxing affair,
Napping a must—from bed to chair.

However...

During hunting season, in the coolness of fall,
My attitude shifts and the elk they do call.

One day a week my mind clears of all "stuff",
My focus is stalking, it's never enough.

So...

The day begins rather early, a bit before daybreak,
I jump out of bed to go search for some elk steak.

The weather is freezing, yes it seems a bit cold,
I must bundle up, at least that's what I am told.

I go grab my gun and get in the truck,
Ready and willing to see a huge buck.

Then...

When the morning ends, and we all get back home,
I take a long shower and don't use a comb.

Sometimes we’re finished, but usually we're not,
We rest up till later hoping elk will be shot.

Best end to a hunt is of course some good meat,
But if no shots are taken, the day is still sweet.

Finally...

I now settle down with The Amazing Race,
Reflect on the day, how hectic the pace.

Future Sundays will slow as hunting does end,
Filling my day will be a task I must tend.

EXHAUSTION....

According to dictionary.com, the word exhaustion is a noun meaning
1) the act or process of exhausting
2) the state of being exhausted
3) extreme weakness or fatigue
4) the total consumption of something.

The definition that comes closest to what I at times feel is number three. My family tells me my favorite hobby is sleeping. I do enjoy a good nap, and have at times done some crazy things when I was overly tired.

During my freshman year I was trying my hardest to enjoy as many aspects of high school as I possibly could. I was in sports, music, and clubs while trying to keep up on homework too. It seemed as if I never got quite enough sleep (I still feel that way), and was tired much of the time. When football season had ended, but basketball had not begun, I remember the school had an in-service day. My friends wanted me to go play video games, but I decided that the afternoon was perfect for a nap. I got home about 2:30, went downstairs to our rather dark basement, turned on the television, and promptly fell asleep.

I don’t remember my parents coming home, but my mom swears she came downstairs to try and wake me up about 5:00 p.m. She said I wouldn’t budge, so she threw a blanket over me and let me sleep. I think my parents forgot I was downstairs and so did not wake me, but they say they were letting me sleep since I apparently needed the rest. Nevertheless, I awoke about 8:00 p.m., but was sure it was morning. I was almost always to school by 7:30 a.m., so I hurried into the shower hoping I would not be late. I remember I got out of the shower, got dressed and rushed upstairs. Both of my parents were sitting in the living room watching television. They looked up and said, “Well good morning. It’s about time you got up. Why did you take a shower?”

“Am I late? Did you see where I put my backpack?” I asked. It never really dawned on me that my parents would have been late for school too because I was a bit flustered at the time.

All of a sudden they realized I thought it was morning and started laughing. I was mad when I figured out that it was 8:00 p.m. not a.m., and was not a very good sport. I turned around and went back to bed. I didn’t even eat dinner. The next morning I did not even remember the incident until my dad asked me about it. He said if he had realized what I was doing he would have let me go outside to the car.

I have not mistaken the night for morning again, but I have had friends come and wake me up when I have slept in until noon. Hmmm...maybe my family is right and my favorite hobby is sleeping. zzzzzzzzzzz.......