Jack Cronkhite
07-31-2011, 12:30 AM
I see my metaphorical glass as half full, not half empty. This short dissertation is not about hunting, but thinking about it getting closer. Nor is it about a Parker, but thinking about having one in hand on an evening stroll like tonight. So....... not about Hunting with Parkers rather just thinking about that. The rolling kennel departed the driveway while the sun was still shining. CHARLIE, KYRA and I headed to a favorite location and I decided that a longer than usual hike was in order as a feeble attempt at beginning the process of getting into hunting shape (current shape fits the recliner quite nicely). This was another purposeful "no camera" hike. I do that once in a while just to appreciate drinking in the sights and sounds, without trying to determine just what might work to create an image. My half way point was 3km from the starting point. The sun was nearing the horizon and the sky was clear. It was to be one of those "ordinary" sun sets from what I could tell. On the return, I was buzzed by a flight of widgeons. The coots were doing their best to imitate some lazy old bull frog as they called one another. A cloud of mosquitos continued to grow just behind me. I picked up the pace, as I didn't put on the net-gear tonight. The sun touched the horizon and quickly fell off the edge of the world (here, we know the world is flat). The pastel blues and oranges made the clear sky pretty enough but not spectacular. I turned to swat my hat at the growing swarm of needle nosed annoyances. The sky behind had snuck up on me. The slightest wisps of mare's tail clouds had been painted in the Remington and Russel pastel blues, pinks, oranges and yellows with a purple haze paralleling the horizon. Ma nature's streaks and swirls would have inspired any artist to their pallet, easel and canvas. Of course there was no camera along, so I retain tonight in my non-digital memory bank and share it as best I can. Even a thousand words can't do it. You might want to just close your eyes and imagine a pastel world full of the sounds of nature in the wetlands of the western prairies. If you have never sojourned through this world, you might want to add such a trip to your bucket list. That ought to keep it half full.
Cheers,
Jack
Cheers,
Jack