Feel that? Â That cool crisp air in the mornings. Thought it would never come.
Smell the leaves. Hey. Watch the dogs how pace in the kennel. They know.
Itâs finally here. Our time. The dogs and the hunters time. We both feel it.
Fall. Autumn. Hunting season.
All one and the same. Our favorite time of the whole year is here. Yep. Better get going.
Time to pray for a frost later. A hard one. Knock the leaves down to the forest floor. Nicest walking on the planet.
Pray it knocks the ticks.
and the swarming mosquitos down too.
Time to stop thinking. Letâs just go. Time to run dogs in all your best spots. Find some broods. No? Try that new spot where the well man saw 8 grouse.
No? We know the Â resident woodcock in the usual wet bottoms, will be there. Its where we, my dogs and I- will head after the early grouse run each morning at least until late morning when it gets too hot for the black mud and spring seeps to cool us off.
Together we become a team again as we both tune into the woods. Man and dog with a single purpose – find birds. We have to…check all âourâ special spots especially Â âthe thick and uncivil sort of placesâ, real hunters go with the dogs they love.
Oh boy…..Itâs time…..letâs go.