Halloween was always fun

Here is a previous year’s short

In the dark. At night. With a full moon

The full moon lit up the haze and gave the sky a bright sheen that cut down on the number of falling stars that were visible. About the only good thing a full moon is good for is watching out for werewolves. Not that I would be scared of them if they did exist. But it’s best not to think about things that don’t exist when you’re in the woods on All Hallows Eve.
In the Dark.
At Night.
With a full moon.

That way I don’t have to blame the bad odors on the paper mill or explain the fact that I can’t hit the broad side of a barn much less a charging werewolf with all five shots while ricocheting off trees like a pinball. Me, not the werewolf
In the Dark.
At Night.
With a full moon.

One night, during deer season, Mikie and I watched the movie, American Werewolf in London.
As I made my way to my deer stand the next morning, the full moon cast shadows on the hoarfrost that seemed to move in the light breeze.
I have to ask “why?“, as I strolled down the eerily lit fire break thinking about the scene “Beware the Moors”, “did that deer wait till I almost stepped on it before crashing away through the under brush?”
In the Dark.
At Night.
With a full moon.

On the ride back home that day, I asked Mikie “ You notice that the paper mill smells exceptionally strong today?”

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