...tomorrow is the day. As we sit wistfully awaiting the incoming weather and the last chance forecast from the 10PM guys, we can't help but think that tomorrow is the day. It must be coming later than they thought because right now there isn't a stitch of wind and really no sign of the clouds that are said to contain precipitation. Schedules have been rearranged and we may even have a guest with us in the AM. Tomorrow's the day. I once heard that if you repeat something 7 times before you go to bed at night it will become reality by the time you wake up, i.e. get up at 6AM, don't forget to pay bills tomorrow, remember lunch money for the kids, etc. So I've gone crazy, here goes, tomorrow's the day, tomorrow's the day, tomorrow's the day, tomorrow's the day, tomorrow's the day, tomorrow's the day, tomorrow's the day. There, I feel much better!
I have a dream...
-A dream that tomorrow, we all rise from the pits with guns a blazin'
-A dream that tomorrow, from the ditches everywhere, hunters of all walks can sit down at the table of brotherhood and enjoy the days harvest
-A dream that tomorrow, we will be characterized not by the brand of our feather dusters but by the accuracy of our shots
And finally,
-A dream that my children will one day say "tomorrow's the day"
And when this happens, when we let it ring from every pit and every laydown, from every lake and every field, we will be able to speed up "tomorrow" when all Waterfowler's will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old spiritual Duck Hunter:
Free at last! Free at last!
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