4am foghorn alarm. Pitch-black base layer scavenger hunt. Tiptoe through the maze of stuffed animals, blocks and yesterday’s sippy cups. Avoid hallway speedbump [cat]. Keys, coffee, camera bag. Frost-stung eyes as bags are tossed into the truck; destination tree stand.
Inaudibly hiking through the leaves with only a low viz headlamp to evade the twig that could start a snort flurry. The frozen ladder ascent and gear hoist generates warmth for the first few moments.
Cameras set. Arrow nocked. Cue the motionless anticipation.
Here it begins. The Hunt.