The temps are finally coming up. Today was shirtsleeve weather, and most of the snow is gone. I shoot the bow and pointy sticks outdoors pretty much every day now. I lost about two months when the indoor club was shut down for chinkypox. My arm and shoulders are on fire.
It’s not hunting season, but it didn’t stop me. I did a slow woods walk today, stalking and listening. In my youth I could hear a grouse fart at 200 yards, and game animals gave themselves away when they moved. If I can get within 20 yards of a bird, deer or elk - I am pretty much calling it a confirmed kill even without firing the actual shot. It’s good practice for fall, and Lord... it felt so good to be on the trails again, even if it was a simulated “hunt”. If I am fast I may luck out and get a pic.
It’s awfully dry in the back 40. The River McGroin (named after my arch enemy, Aenus McGroin) - is down to a slow trickle. Last year it was a torrent, and a guy could get a soaker if he didn’t watch his step.
I have a bad back, I’m deaf and blind and stupid - and still managed to have a wonderful day. When I got home to do chores... I saw a few patches of green in the lawn.
Spring is coming.