It was the first day of hunting season for us... and all I got was this nice picture of a warm, happy dog standing in some lovely leaves. While every hunter has a litany of excuses, I'm sure, it was a difficult day to find anything.
The temperature was warm, rising from about 60degF to roughly 75degF, overcast, and humid. Sadly, there was little to no breeze to speak of either. And there was a lot of leafy ground cover. Did I mention that Momo is recovering from an infection to his nasal area?
On the bright side, Momo was happy as a clam to be free of The Lampshade and eager to run around a new area looking for little feathered monsters. Being the first week of the season, we saw quite a few other cars despite it being mid-week, but (and again, as consolation perhaps) heard only five shots in four-and-a-half hours. In any case, my father was pleased for the exercise and the company, human and canine, and we for his.
We have a much better idea where we'll start next week. No more farting around in chest high grass, that's for sure.