Opah
WKR
3am stumbling around camp Coffee heating and loading up your pack, Thermos full and your head out into the darkness. Hiking out into the woods being lead by the soft glow of red, reading the shadows and ridge lines like map references. The air is cold and your breath steams back behind you as you start up the slope to your blind, still pitch black you climb into your blind and get set up and comfortable. 5am the dew around you starts to crackle, the air grows crisp and you can feel the cold thru your jacket, 530am your heart starts pounding the sun rises and starts to light up the west side slopes, binoculars glued to your eyes you follow the the sun down waiting for the glistening of a antler, or the flicker of a ear. 6am the sun is up, the forest is alive and your are Hunting.