When you’ve been sitting quietly in the woods for any extended period of time your mind starts to wander. When you sit down at 6:00 AM and stay until 5:00 PM you get delirious. Last year Tyson and I attempted to document those thoughts. A few of them were useless. Observations like, “I just saw an owl get attacked by crows,” or, “We shouldn’t have listened to Digital Underground on the way here because now I can’t get ‘Doowutchyalike’ out of my head.”
A select few of them are gold. When I read them back to Tyson recently we were laughing ourselves to tears. They’re inside jokes that I’m not even sure I understand anymore because I had completely forgotten about them. I’m so glad we documented them. There are four thoughts worth posting. Think of them like Saturday Night Live’s “Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey,” just not as good. I’m going to leave them here without commentary and let you interpret however you see fit. Tonight is the first – and least entertaining – of the four posts. It was also the earliest of the four in chronological order, so the Woods Madness hadn’t set in yet. Enjoy.
I want to write a book called Trouble at Teabag Junction. I think it’s a Choose Your Own Adventure. It’s going to start with the line, “Brett never made it out to his stand that morning…”
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