Saturday it starts again.

Well I am finished work for 9 weeks. Dogs are in shape, I have tuned up on the rifle range and the trap field. Lots of shotgun shells.Dogs are raring to go and so am I. One last trip to town tomorrow for licences and permits and if all goes well weeks of hunting the wild country. Dogs are leaned down a bit from running after work in the evenings. I wish I could say the same for myself. The country around here though is changing slowly though. The slopes are getting steeper at an increasing rate every year. I have young Sam who doesn't know what slow is and Duncan who like myself needs a little more breath to get up the hills and like myself is a little slower now getting into hunting trim. I love this time of year and walking from dark to dark in tundra and bog. 50 years old and too excited to sleep. Life can be wonderful.