By that point of the season, my hair is longer, facial hair scruffy, eyes are half open, but still sharp. I try to remind myself that "it's only a turkey, who cares if I get him". But then he gobbles.
I have a love/hate relationship with a gobble. I enjoy it, but it keeps me up at night.
Now, as far as drumming, that drives me crazy.
Late season drumming is different you see. Taunting, monotone, and simply horrid. Something that must stop before I eye begins to twitch. I will sit as long as it takes to make this almost ceremonial beat stop....It becomes a necessity.
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