At 24° early this morning, I quickly opened the door for puppy potty time. “Hurry!” I said and waited at the door for the business to take place. That’s when I heard the thing that amazed me so.
Shotgun fire. Really? At these temperatures?
Hunters (and their determination) surprise me. Still. After a lifetime in the South, I should not be surprised by this. What drives them to get out of bed on this unseasonably cold morning, wrap up in their hunting garb, and head out into the woods?
Why do we have such dedication for things like hunting? And, ladies, let’s be fair and admit to our dedication for things like shopping! Black Friday is this week. Will we rise early to hit the lines?
So, we aren’t that different from the hunter, after all. His determination no longer seems so unreasonable.
The perfect deer will wander by, and if they wait long enough (while freezing), the deer will pause at the perfect moment while hunter lines up his shot.
Me? I tuck inside the door and watch out the window for puppy potty to happen, then run to the door and call her back inside.
I, in my slippers and robe, shivering from the North wind blowing into the doorway, slam the door shut and run into the kitchen for a fresh cup of hot coffee. No waiting there!
Thank you, Lord, for coffee…and a warm home…and a puppy that does her business quickly.