A message from Bob D. (former 'Expert')

Alright, alright already! I'm posting, now stop bothering me.
It's difficult OK? My hunting season is over, over I say! Doesn't anyone realize how hard it is for me to sit here and think about making up some banter about how happy I am for the Oregon Chapter and the fact that they are still having the time of their lives, out in the glory of the duck blind. Waking up early for only one reason. Able to experience the beauty of raw nature. The potential of not only seeing the majestic flight of ducks but also being able to shoot them down if they so desire. It's killing me for Heston's sake. It's OVER!

On my days off I sleep late and watch a movie on DVD. Maybe I'll clean the cabin some. Sometimes I think about going outside and doing something but then I realize....It's over. Nothing fills the void, cookies help but nothing fills the hunger for that moment when the ducks fly close enough in the quiet hours to hear their wingbeats in the darkness. When the sun rises over the mountainside and illuminates your decoys for the first time. The chill of the air and the smell of oil and gunpowder from your Benelli mix to give you an olfactory sensation unlike anything else. And if you are just lucky enough that day, a greenie will fly within range and give your adrenaline a boost that nothing else can, not even a brownie muffin with a peanut butter cup center.

So yea, I'm not posting a lot, arrest me. Maybe after a few weeks of skiing powder and celebrating the Giants win over the hapless Patriots I will be in the mood but for now all I can do is wait. 287 more days.

287 more days.
GBCH.