Comparisons: hunting and the ride home.

It only seems appropriate that when driving back to Wisconsin after a so far unsuccessful Minnesota hunt (in terms of harvesting a deer) I almost hit two, one being a nice buck. The drive back took forever, mostly because I didn't want to go back. For once I didn't almost fall asleep being behind the wheel in my normal narcoleptic state, but instead I scanned the road for hazards, almost like scanning for deer in the stand eh eh? You like that?--My comparison between the natural world and the transition back into a world of waking after sunrise, and mindless jabbering (I'm quiet in the woods)?
I arrived back at my huge and crappy multiple-leased mansion with a headache. I hate driving at night. Brights or no brights, I get blinded, and I end up squinting the entire way (especially when driving under the speed limit and scanning for the silhouettes of deer). You say you want another comparison? Well of course! How about trudging to our spots in the morning, crunching on invisible sticks on the path beneath our feet, almost being adjusted to the pitch black morning when my dad looks back (wearing his mini red light strapped to his forehead) to see where we (me and my sister) are at, or to show us where a steep incline is:  inward groan at the shrinking pupils! That also has to do with being the walking sleepy dead.
Ok so now I'm back in my college town. I missed four classes today, and I am leaving back home for more hunting on Thursday, adding three more to the list. Eh whatevs...happy senior year!