When stepping out into the morning air these days can you smell the upcoming season? Does the coolness take your breathe when you breathe deeply? Do the stars seem to shine a bit brighter? Does the days seem to be getting a bit shorter? The days until the opener longer?
It's almost that time, ladies and gentlemen. The time we have all been waiting for since the last day of last season. The time where we can once again go to our second "home" and do what we so love.
Soon we'll watch that sun paint the black sky with it's pink spears of light from our favorite perch.
Soon we'll watch the woods come alive with small creatures greeting the new day.
Soon we'll make that trek across that logging road or fields edge in the pre-dawn darkness with eager anticipation of what may happen that day.
The sleepless nights are upon us once again. The nights where we lay in our beds and think about where we're going to put that stand, and wondering if it's the right spot. Or where we'll put our buddy when they are able to come along.
We'll lay in bed making our checklists--trying to remember everything as we lay there wide awake; but feeling as rested as a new born fawn.
I could go on and on, but I just wanted to wish all of you a safe and successful season.
May your freezers be full and woods bountiful.
The Georgia opener is almost here...
I expect to pass through this world but once; any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again. ~~Etienne de Grellet