A recent picture I had not seen in several years brought an uncontrollable smile to my face. It was my son and me leaning against one another and him holding up a squirrel by the tail. It was his first.
I had heard of others catching two fish on the same bait before, but I had never done it or even witnessed it. All that changed the other day. It was a beautiful, comfortable, and even cool August morning on the river.
The home fires may still be burning, it's definitely too hot to fish and too hot for golf. So, I just sits and thinks and plans. And in the late afternoon or early morning I check trail cameras and move tree stands because harvesting a deer doesn't happen in the late fall or winter but more often than not, it happens in the summer. It happens without a bow or gun but with a map, a camera, and strategic planning.
Unless you are in school, the summer is not considered to be most people's favorite time of year. We usually choose the spring or fall because of the comfortable temperatures and the changes that can be easily seen in the environment around us.
I have never been a big holiday guy. It seems there are so many now that they're almost no different from any other day of the week. They have evolved so much that even Ground-Hog Day has national television coverage.
Now that turkey season is over, I'm getting my mental facilities back in sync. I've noticed for the past few years that as each hunting season lingers I begin to overlook the beauty around me and focus solely on the hunt itself.