This would be a good theme for a Parker Pages article

It’s been done, but the theme never gets old... it is reborn every year at about this time.
I wrote such an article, “Anticipation” in the Fall 2016 Issue.

But it’s different for each of us - different locales, different upland game and waterfowl. Each to his own - each, his own love of the hunt.





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I noticed yesterday that the leaves are just beginning to turn on some of the trees here. :(

Why the sad face Sara? We’re coming into harvest time - the greatest season of the year. :clap:





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Leaves changing color = Winter is coming = months of lake effect snow :crying:

Ah, yes, the bittersweet element in the changing of the seasons. When a season that we've lived with dies, we mourn in our own way. Frankly, when summer dies, for me, it's like when an unwanted relative finally packs up and leaves. I will, however, miss sitting in the shade with the dogs, but I know that soon we'll be lunching on the tailgate after a morning chasing birds.

Sara, you could always pack up and head South, but you must have some beautiful weeks in your neck-of-the-woods during the Fall. The trick is to live within the Day...and it is a tough trick to master. It does get easier with age, but it's about the only thing that does(!) There's that bittersweet element again.

One of my best customers, Dresser Rand, was in Olean, NY. I would be summoned for engineering input about monthly. One trip, late April, I was driving down from Buffalo, thinking how nice it was not to be on 17 in whiteout conditions. Guess what the trip back to the airport was like.

I lived in the Scranton area for a few months once and used to hunt the first week of the PA deer season for a number of years . Let me begin by saying I enjoyed hunting the Poconos because of the friends I hunted with , but after residing in Scranton a few months I was never so happy to get back to Virginia and CIVILIZATION LOL’s !

When mowing the lawn on Saturday, in my path were the first few leaves that had fallen on it since the beginning of Summer. They were from an apple tree.

As much as I am looking forward to another foray into the woods with gun (or rifle) in hand this Fall, I have reached the age where any upcoming season looks good to me, provided I have relatively good health, some free time, and money enough to enjoy it.

I think that translates to - Money enough to enjoy it while I sit back and watch the young fellow I just paid to snow-blow my driveway and shovel my walks.






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