Easy there big boy. Patience, patience... Here's a little poem I wrote several years ago. Maybe this will help you kill some time until THE time.
TO GLASS A COUES
Scott Adams
I rise up early with dawn a long ways off;
And few know why and some would scoff,
Because it's always dark and usually cold;
And I have to make myself do it if the truth were told.
I lace up my boots, gather by binoculars and gear;
All for a possible glimpse of a Coues whitetail deer.
As I stagger out the door and head for the truck;
I wonder if it's worth it, to see a big Coues buck.
I try to dismiss these negatives from my head;
But think deep down I should still be in bed,
But the lure of watching these dainty little deer;
Draws me into a night, dark, cold and clear.
I drive through the dark ebony of night,
Finally reaching my destination and starting my hike.
By the glow of a flashlight I start my hike up,
But soon my legs are screaming to give up.
But to quit now would make my trip pointless. I will not stop!
I'll just push a little harder until I reach the top.
As the peak of the mountain starts to draw near;
The light of a new dawn begins to appear.
Finally, I reach the top and shed my pack,
And the first rays of sunlight spread its warmth upon my back.
And there's a pesky little gnat buzzing in my ear;
Oh but it's so, so sweet to be sittin? up here.
While I scan the canyon spread out at my feet;
I feel like a king on a jewel-studded seat
While glassing the basin for the buck below,
I wonder what my 15x60 Zeiss will show.
Soon some movement catches my eye,
And my attention focuses on a rack, wide and high.
My adrenaline rushes at maximum warp speed,
Because this is one magnificent Coues buck indeed.
I've seen some good bucks, that's for sure;
But for Coues buck fever, there is no cure.
