Every year I am amazed by the sheer volume of hunting stuff that I have.

It's all in the downstairs bedroom. Washed, de-scented, and in scent-lock storage bags.

My only thing left to really do is decide what rifle to use opening morning. It's all fiddle-farting around for the next few weeks. Maybe go shooting a few more times.

Opener is the 43-year old guy's Christmas.