I punched the time clock and
headed home with an urgency I hadn't felt since last year. I packed my
duffel and loaded the truck. A quick shower and then lastly I let the
dogs run about the yard and do their business before loading them in the
truck. A quick kiss for the lady of the house and a goodbye for the kids
and I was off.
When the season is upon him
it will not matter how far he must go, but go he will to the "Place".
His cure for his mental defect will not be found in some comfortably furnished
office with diplomas on the wall, but in the woods with the smells of
Hoppe's #9 and acrid gun smoke hanging in the air.
As I continue my way north the roads shrink as I shrug off the final vestiges of the rat race. From the interstates to the state highways, onto county roads and finally the gravel road to the cabin, which would be easy to miss if not for the bridge over Eagle river flowing onward to the Peshtigo. I pull into the driveway and back into "My" spot. The others are already here and laughter springs forth from the cabin. From the sounds coming from the cabin, I can tell that the mood of the membership, all three of us have improved from the previous weeks along with the weather.