Feel that?  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.

It’s 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. Let’s 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  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 “our” special spots especially   ‘the thick and uncivil sort of places’, real hunters go with the dogs they love.

Oh boy…..It’s time…..let’s go.


2 comments to “Time to Go By Buck”

  1. Jim D

    Well Buck I took your advice and took my dogs out and hit all my favorite honey holes. However, there were no birds there this year. So we ventured out looking for new “thick and uncivil places”. At that point I decided To let the dogs go. Get out there 100+ Yards and I just followed them. And lo and behold my garmin went off and it was time for me to pick up the pace and get to where the dogs were locked up on point. And so it began. We had 7 flushes and 2 in the bag.

  2. Rob Brewer

    Please email me about lyme disease treatment and doctors in area. Little buggers have bit me as well.

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