My Husband's Dream

Everything is so still as the morning slowly comes, from afar, the sound of a babbling brook is heard. Perched high up, I wait for daylight to surround these peaceful woods, as I sat listening to the dew dripping from the trees. What a beautiful place to be, on such a cold November morn, the first day of Deer Season has finally come. Shhh, listen, strange sounds coming from behind, as I turn to look, I can't believe my eyes, he is big, so big, sniffing, and grunting he comes closer. Counting the points, yes, ten I see, trembling, I take my rifle in hand, zero in, he is mine, monstrous rack.. The echo rings through the woods, perfect shot, he is down, shaking I climb to the ground to take a look at this BOSS of the Pines. My first hunt of the season, and what a deer, one for the record. I have two and a half months of this to listen to...... and this is his dream every night, and I hear it every day.