Man, what a day! I swear, being a huntsman in Alma is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the wilds. But nah, today’s gonna be different. I can feel it in my bones.
First off, I hit up Main St. for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, half-asleep, when this dude in a bright orange beanie bumps into me. Like, c’mon man, watch where you’re going! I spill my coffee all over my boots. Great start, right? I’m already fuming.
Then I head over to the park by the river. It’s a nice spot, but today? Ugh. Kids everywhere, screaming like they’re auditioning for a horror movie. I’m just trying to chill, but nope. They’re playing tag, and I’m dodging little monsters left and right. I swear, if one more kid runs into me, I’m gonna lose it.
But then, outta nowhere, I spot this massive buck. Like, the kind of deer that makes you question your life choices. It’s just chillin’ by the water, and I’m like, “Finally, some peace!” I grab my bow, heart racing. But just as I’m about to take aim, a dog comes barreling through. Seriously? A dog? The deer bolts, and I’m left standing there like an idiot.
I’m so mad, I could scream. I mean, c’mon! I’m in Alma, where the wildlife is supposed to be chill. But nah, it’s like a circus out here. I decide to take a breather and walk down to River St. It’s a nice area, but today it’s packed. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill.
I bump into my buddy Jake. He’s all hyped about some new hunting gear. I’m like, “Dude, I just spilled coffee and scared off a deer.” He laughs, and I can’t help but crack a smile. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about this new spot he found. Apparently, it’s off the beaten path, near the old mill. Sounds promising.
So, I’m feeling a bit better, right? But then, I decide to grab lunch at that taco joint on Elm St. Best tacos in town, no doubt. I order a bunch, and while I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy my food, but they’re making it impossible. I mean, c’mon, take it somewhere else!
Finally, I get my tacos, and they’re glorious. I’m munching away, feeling like a king. But then, I see a rat scurry across the floor. Ugh, Alma, why you gotta do me like that? I’m done. I pay and bounce outta there.
I decide to head back to the woods. I need some nature therapy. I’m walking down Maple Ave, and it’s quiet. Finally! I get to my spot, and it’s just me and the trees. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, everything’s perfect.
But then, I hear a rustle. My heart’s racing again. I turn, and it’s just a squirrel. Seriously? I’m losing it over a squirrel. But hey, at least it’s not a dog.
As the sun sets, I finally spot another deer. This time, I’m ready. I take my shot, and boom! Nailed it! I’m pumped, man. All the craziness of the day fades away.
I pack up and head home, feeling like a champ. Alma’s wild, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a huntsman, right?