I have no idea what the weather is like when this print arrives at your doorstep. At the time of this writing, however, the first real push from the north has arrived and moved on through the gulf towards the Caribbean. I don’t think any mallards arrived with this welcomed front, but I’m sure they will be close behind.
The serpentine backroads that I travel so frequently are almost like the gateway to freedom. My whole demeanor changes when I exit the fast pace of planes, trains, and automobiles in and around Madison. Life seems to move at a snail’s pace when the last orange barrel that lines so many of our highways and streets is in the rearview mirror.
Fall has arrived! Can you feel it in the air? Are your cheeks just a bit rosy from the sting of arctic air? Is your favorite jacket or sweater enough to protect you from this early wrath from the north? Are you checking the date of this issue to make sure you’re not reading last year’s paper?
I sat alone in my study carefully sifting through an assortment of stone artifacts I have accumulated over decades of walking fields and inspecting crops. Each specimen holds within, a history of Native American which is bound by the walls of knapped flint and chert.
I must preface this article by emphatically stating I have no idea what I am writing about today. With this said, I have in fact pondered, read, and made mental notes regarding observations and statements made by countless individuals whom I regard much more informed than I am.
The allure of hunting true bottomland swamps is almost sacred. Wedged deep within creeks and rivers are areas that most people seldom venture. Thick canebrakes and ancient hardwoods hold treasures that most never get to see, much less collect.
Every year there are numerous discussions between fellow hunters on how everyone’s season is going. It begins with dove season and stops briefly at the end of January. During March and April it picks up for a few weeks when the turkeys are gobbling, then all is quiet until the doves start it all over again.