You close the distance. A thundering gobble gets closer. Drumming, spitting, your heart pounding out of your chest. The moment of truth, arrow flies and everything slows down. Tagged out, bird in the vest, and a story for camp.
🎥: Bearlevel
Now he’s making a list
And he’s checking it twice
And he’s gonna find out
If I’m naughty or nice
Now I’m going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But he’s coming to
Town now