According to my calendar year, this year is actually 3 ½
months old. In about 8 ½ months my year
will close with the 52nd Annual Wild Game Feed, and I’ll start a new
year. The problem is, however, it’s 8 ½
months away – the equivalent of being stranded in the doldrums of one of the
great oceans. No wind. No movement. Nothing but a long, long wait, all the while hoping for some
distraction to help speed up the passage of time.
Actually, there is much to do. I’ll pack and repack my car several times to make certain I have
everything I want to bring with me.
I’ll check the humidor every day at least once to be certain the cigars
are there (minus one or two of course).
I'll look at the calendar a few times every day hoping a day or two got
dropped from the month. Actually, there
is not much to do but wait. And
wait. But it's worth the wait for the
best Wild Game Feed anywhere.
See you at the Feed!
Meat and Beer!