Needless to say, you're thrilled with your ability to take a trophy, especially under these conditions. Brett is, too. You begin to think of yourself as the spiritual heir of Daniel Boone or Teddy Roosevelt, transplanted to the Cretaceous frontier.
Your second day in the age of dinosaurs turned out to be utterly awesomesauce. What if you could stay here longer than the seven or eight days dictated by the time windows?