I wake up this morning from a dream. I figure dreams, at least in part, are your brain sorting through all the things flying through your head recently.

A dream where I’m in an airport. I have no idea where an airport came from.

I recall having a set of Makita power tools with me. I figure that’s from a discussion I had yesterday with someone about buying a new drill. But talk about a strange carry-on. I even wondered to myself how airport security would let someone take a cordless drill and a circular saw through airport security… but of course, not a 4 ounce bottle of water.

Who else is in the airport? Ted Nugent. I can guess why I’m dreaming about that.

And I go over to talk with Uncle Ted. I cannot remember what it was about exactly, but I remember trying to show him the picture on my iPhone of my first buck but not being able to because that’s about when I woke up.

I’ve got hunting on the brain.

I look at various animals now and while I admire the creature in and of itself, the immediate second thought is “gosh, look at the size of those hams… .can you imagine how big that backstrap would be? mmmmmmm.”

I think I’m hooked.

The amusing part? I believe Daughter is hooked too. She’ll sit and watch hunting shows on TV with me and comment about this buck or that antelope and just love it. I do hope to get her to the rifle club this week.