The summer soltice has come and gone, the days are once again getting shorter. I just feel the first hint of those cool N. breezes. The best time of the year is a coming….
I agree — the green leaves are beginning to wane on their way to changing color. How I miss walking out to my stand hearing their dry crunch under my feet.
As I hang my bow in the tree and sit back a bit I know it’s only a matter of time before that mountain of a buck comes to pay me a visit.
Makin’ ice. Oh what a sweet sound that has. Almost makes me want to get out the short sticks and start changing lines but my wife thinks I’m goofy already. Best not prove it now. I guess we will just have to appease ourselves with fall fishing, pheasant hunting, deer hunting, etc. until the time comes again.