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sludge
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This has been one long ass hot summer... Sure it's been fun and I've enjoyed the heck out of it no question.
I can look back on a cold, snow filled winters eve and fondly reflect back that I did indeed enjoyed my summer to the fullest. Got some camping in. Introduced my girls to the joys and wonders of fishing. Part took in some amazing BBQ feasts that would make a peta freak drool.
It's been great... Still some summer left including a quick 1 night steal away trip for just my lovely wife and I on Saturday to Lake Okoboji and a few days over Labor Day in Northern Minnesota for fishing, family and fun.
But I am feeling the pull of the harvest get to me.
Part farm boy, part hunter.
I am going to bed earlier, almost by accident.
I am waking up LONG before I need to be.
I am doing inventory on my outdoor supplies..
I drool over all the flyer's, magazines that come in the mail.
The protect song birds called Turtle Doves are gathering around my place and it's making me think about hunting another state just so I can have some excellent wingshooting.
And on those hint of cool, dew filled August mornings I find myself in the front driveway with my cup of coffee, looking to the east when we have a clear sky watching Orion The Hunter make his appearance once again reminding me that the seasons are indeed changing and I, as a creature of nature cannot fight it's pull.
I can look back on a cold, snow filled winters eve and fondly reflect back that I did indeed enjoyed my summer to the fullest. Got some camping in. Introduced my girls to the joys and wonders of fishing. Part took in some amazing BBQ feasts that would make a peta freak drool.
It's been great... Still some summer left including a quick 1 night steal away trip for just my lovely wife and I on Saturday to Lake Okoboji and a few days over Labor Day in Northern Minnesota for fishing, family and fun.
But I am feeling the pull of the harvest get to me.
Part farm boy, part hunter.
I am going to bed earlier, almost by accident.
I am waking up LONG before I need to be.
I am doing inventory on my outdoor supplies..
I drool over all the flyer's, magazines that come in the mail.
The protect song birds called Turtle Doves are gathering around my place and it's making me think about hunting another state just so I can have some excellent wingshooting.
And on those hint of cool, dew filled August mornings I find myself in the front driveway with my cup of coffee, looking to the east when we have a clear sky watching Orion The Hunter make his appearance once again reminding me that the seasons are indeed changing and I, as a creature of nature cannot fight it's pull.