Opening Day
On the Opening Day of the grouse and woodcock seasons, I am like a coiled spring. I wait for months on end until Father Time tick-tocks his way slowly through the winter, spring, and summer. The closer I am to the season, the slower time moves; it reminds me of those final weeks of school when I was a kid prior to summer vacation.
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