Yesterday was the first freezing rain/winter morning. Mid-Season. I grab almost every piece of clothing that I have to stash in the truck as we hit the field. Its been a beautiful and elongated fall.
The last two days have been covered with ice.
The dogs are really getting it together. Its funny how much more they know than us. I follow them. Sometimes I`m following them up and down and up and down again, trying to catch my breath... all for their point. I get tired.
I sometimes get frustrated at my lack of physical abilities and start to take it out on the dogs, but then stop myself. I watch them check every fucking piece of cover, more than I ever would...as they look back at me with the corner of their eye. I am privileged to hunt along side them. My stress means nothing out there. Thats just what we need.
I read somewhere lately that dogs are MASTERS of optimism... That idea sits really well with me. It`s pretty comfortable, that idea, really.
Lets take that Idea through the next couple of months/fields.
AP
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