Run-Up to the Gun Season

The thing about bow hunting is that it is a quiet sport.  And intimate.  Silent and close to your quarry.  Sort of like the intimacy of riding a bicycle on a quiet, tree lined country lane.

Gun hunting is another matter.  Loud and detached.  Sort of like riding a Harley with straight pipes at seventy-five miles an hour down an interstate - without a helmet.

Last weekend someone referred to the deer herd around here as a renewable resource.  I don't know if they are or they aren't - but it would seem that after almost thirty years of hunting there aren't any fewer of them. 

Raising a toast to the upcoming camaraderie and general mayhem of the gun hunt.

Stay tuned.....