I've got the Heebie Jeebies. KY's Rifle Opener is a week from tomorrow. I found myself in a swizzle this morning.
I've hit every weather site I can think of looking for a forecast for next weekend. I'm driving myself nuts. Accuweather, had rain. Now it has cold. I never believe a word they say, but I need to stick with weather.com. There's just came out, and it looks perfect.
I nearly pulled the trigger on some Pete Rickard's Old Indian Buck Lure. It was a panic buy. I just felt like I needed something. They were going to ream me on shipping so I was able to snatch myself back to reality.
I'm jonesin on what to do with my deer rifles. I've been busy with other things, and I'm still not completely sighted-in.
I'm fretting over where to put Angus and Mooseboy. They are planning on hunting together this year, but the two of them are too big to fit together in a buddy stand.
I've rubbed my forehead raw knocking over saplings. I nearly lost my job today scraping up dirt on the edge of the parking lot and . .
What am I to do?