Bacon, Eggs, and Opening Day!

This weekend is opening day for deer season where I live, and opening weekend is important. All the little rednecks living within myself and my neighbors are just bursting at the seems to journey forth into the great dark woods and shoot a prize winning buck. Now I like deer hunting as much as the next red blooded southerner, but I'm not going. It's Sunday morning, the air is cold and crisp, and I'm typing away on my iPad drinking coffee. Why on earth would you ask would a guy like me be sitting home on such as superb morning as we have today? It is all very simple. I awoke this morning to my beautiful wife laying next to me commenting on the two boys who were already awake in my den. See, I have to kids, a son and daughter, which multiply into four on any given weekend. I truly love my kids best friends, and having them stay with us whenever the mood strikes. But today my daughter spent the night elsewhere, so it's just two boys, sitting and talking about...weel i don't know. So after arising from a short nights slumber I made my way past two dogs with their legs crossed and tears rolling down their face to start a pot of coffee. Upon taking the dogs into the yard the breeze came by, and there it was. The realization that today was the day, the day all men wait for all year long. The thought of hopping into the truck with my rifle and camoflage was short lived though. I walked back into my modest three bedroom ranch and was immediately asked "what's for breakfast dad?" I don't know. Let me pour down a cup of coffee and I'll figure it out. Thirty minutes later I had bacon frying, eggs scrambling, music going, and crescent rolls in the oven. There was a bit of discussion prior to this about eating crescent rolls for breakfast but whatever. After the task at hand had been completed I awoke my wife again and we all ate together. I must say that the dogs especially enjoyed the leftover bacon and eggs. And right now, a half hour after breakfast has been ingested I sit alone with my thoughts and wonder why it truly is that I am here, and not thirty feet in the air staring down my unsuspecting prey. The answer is quite simple. I have the rest of my life to sit in trees and freeze my backside off. I've got a few short years where I'll have my family to myself relying on me to answer that most important question of the day. What's for breakfast dad? This morning, opening morning, couldn't have turned out better.