Fall colors are happening. |
We
wait all year for October. Time slows almost to a standstill as the end of
September grows closer. On cool days we run the dogs, hoping to get them and
ourselves into shape. The woods is still a jungle of leaves. Birds are bumped,
some are pointed, and most disappear before anyone could ever shoot them.
This
week was a good one. Grouse were found on a couple of morning walks and the
leaves are starting to put on quite a colorful display. As the week ended the weather
turned a bit warm, but we managed to get out while it was still cool.
The dog's bells and orange collars were dug out a couple of weeks ago. The waxed cotton
clothes may get a re-wax, depending on their wear. Hunting knives are located
and touched up on a stone. Boots will be treated with waterproofing. Clean shotguns are cleaned again and lovingly oiled. Preparation
can be half the fun.
Hunting
journals jog memories of long forgotten coverts. Topographical maps and aerial
images are studied. Friends call who haven’t called in a year. Nobody is more
popular in October than someone who owns a home in grouse country.
It
is only eight days until the season opens.
Young of the year sitting in a tree. |