The last vector control seminar of the year couldn’t end fast enough. Though it is always great to catch up one more time with friends and colleagues, holiday festivities and the most wonderful time of the year are passing all too quickly.
This one comes to you, in part, by the numerous calls and questions that I have had presented to me since practically last January. Not that I am an authority on the subject by any means, even though one of my very best friends passed away from the disease that occurs in humans that I am about to refer to.
The drive home from Oklahoma was wonderful. Of course it doesn’t hurt when you can see the tips of antlers in your rear view mirror from the buck in the bed of your truck. The rut was wide open last week on the Cimarron and the North Canadian just below the Kansas line.
No trip to the hunting camp can be complete without first stopping by your local grocer for items that will sustain you for a few days or perhaps longer. I’m sure most of us have a routine of which aisles to travel first. My jaunt usually begins with picking up charcoal and paper towels.
What happened last November led to the full day exercise this past Saturday. I am doing everything possible to prevent the debauchery that occurred last year from repeating itself again. It has haunted me every day and I catch myself re-playing the scenario over and over until my gray matter is mush.
The blast of arctic air we experienced this past weekend was almost therapeutic. Sweaters and jackets were brought from the closets and only a hint of moth balls could be detected in the crisp air. Shorts and sneakers were replaced with jeans and boots.
I suppose there must have been some magic in my trip to Florida last week. The gloomy weather followed me, at least for a day or so, while the snow white fields of Gossypium dried and fluffed so the pickers could roll again.
As miserable as Kansas was, Mississippi has been just as rotten. A three bale cotton crop is wide open and just waiting on the pickers and we can’t do a thing about it. The front that inundated the south with excessive rainfall has stalled and seems will not budge. Gray, gloomy skies prevail and it is just downright depressing.
Kansas was brutal. At least it was brutal until the last day of our early season black powder hunt. Of course it never fails, does it? The forecast a week ago was for highs to be in the 70s and the lows in the upper 50s. I suppose weather forecasters across the globe just flip a coin when it comes to predicting.
If you read our column last week, you will remember our topic of collecting certain novelties from our natural world. Now, this was primarily confined to items that consisted of bone, stone, metal and wood. We will continue our “collection” theme.