Reflections On A Season Not Hunted

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Re: Reflections On A Season Not Hunted

Post by K_P » Tue Nov 27, 2018 10:36 pm

It took me a while to get to this.

I'm sure glad I did.

I came into waterfowl hunting well into adulthood. Like you, a good dog (in my case, Koda) was a big part of the joy. Many of the other memories that you describe also resonate, but Koda is preeminent in my personal experience.

When she died unexpectedly three years ago, a piece of me did as well. I haven't been to the marsh since.

I was practicing my spey casting on the big river yesterday after work. Some Canada's passed over low enough to be in shooting range. Later, a trio of mergansers zipped upriver even lower.

I admired them and went back to my casting.

Maybe I'll waterfowl again, or maybe I'll just cherish those memories of my years with an outstanding Labrador. I'm not sure yet. I guess I'll know when it's time for me to know.

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Re: Reflections On A Season Not Hunted

Post by Heero[CntRmbrPwd] » Wed Nov 28, 2018 7:44 am

I like it very much, Bob.

Say, have you considered a literary profession? You seem to have a talent for it. The drawing isn’t bad either.

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Re: Reflections On A Season Not Hunted

Post by Da Ax » Thu Nov 29, 2018 7:57 am

Great stuff Bob. As we move along this path of life, there comes a time when I believe that we have more steps behind us than in front (although the steps in front are damn harder to see). There are many names for this, but I like to call it a dose of mortality. I try not to think about the day when it becomes evident that I won't be able to sit next to or in a tree to hunt a deer...for physical reasons or not having a plot of land to do so or whichever.

I only made the woods twice this year to this point. Life gets in the way of what makes life worth living...and I grieve for it sometimes in the small hours. My father was an avid hunter...it was a few years ago that he hung them up for good as his body could not keep up with what his mind and soul desired. I know he grieves greatly when the north wind blows cold and the leaves turn. My sons and I share our meager adventures, but I know it is not the same.
The difference between decency and indecency is opportunity...

One could search their entire lives for the perfect drift, and it would not be a wasted life.

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Re: Reflections On A Season Not Hunted

Post by RockyMtHigh » Thu Dec 06, 2018 2:38 pm

The opening quote says it all!

Great read Bob. Thanks.
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