Sunday, November 20, 2011

Rum to Whiskey



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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