Until next time ...

I told you it would happen. The last 26 weeks have flown by like teal buzzing the decoys. It seems like just last week I was still picking tomatoes and thinking about all the neat topics to bring to your dens. Leaves were thick on the oaks with not a hint of cold weather on the horizon to start the “change.” Granted, we still haven’t endured the sharp bite of winter that we anticipate, but there is still time. Again though where did it go? Of course more than our hunting season passes like the speed of light.

Let’s take football as an example. It seems to me that just about the time it feels like football weather, the season is over. Do you also have thoughts like mine? Of course for many coaches and players in our state they may think otherwise. Tailgating, festivities, tables overrun with food and drink, are all just a memory now. Anticipation for this fall is not full blown at this time, but I assure you it won’t be long.

For me, bow season passed just as quickly. Brutal temperatures in October dampened the excitement and very little time was spent in a climber. To add insult to injury, a record drought prevented early plots from emerging offering tender shoots of grain, brassica, and clover to guard with an arrow. I kept saying, “I’m going this afternoon,” then of course many times I changed my mind. I know, this was my choice but dang it’s hard to sit on a limb and drip with sweat.

I burned as little firewood as I have in years. Early October through November is a perfect time at my home to sit outside, watch college football, and grill the first venison loins of the season. This didn’t occur many times this fall. Most of the time the air conditioning was running wide open. I remember one evening in particular when I did build a fire and turned the ceiling fan on outside to at least try to make it feel like fall. If I remember correctly, I think I left the door open from the kitchen to let the “sweet” air from inside drift to where we gathered outside. I call that desperate tactics.


As I was beginning this article, my friend Mr. John called. I started our conversation about this season passing so quickly and then how the years do the same. How did Christmas take so long to get here back in the day? Why did it seem like eternity from January to June when I was in the fifth grade? Time for baseball and fishing took forever to get here. His words and explanation made a lot of since. See if you agree.

When you were two years old, it took half a lifetime for Christmas to get here. When you were five, it took 20 percent of your lifetime for family vacation or dove season to get here. Now when you’re 50, for example, it only takes two percent of your lifetime for Christmas or bow season to arrive or pass. Wow, this makes perfect sense. Then he mentioned as you get older instead of counting the number of seasons that come and go, you count birthdays. Math was never my forte’, so I will try and think of more pleasantries than counting the years though this is reality.

Waterfowl season is over too. All the planning and preparation for the migration has ended with only thoughts of next season now. Is this you? Did you sit in the blind day after day or find excuses not to go? What will you do this fall? I assure you, as fast as this one passed, the next one will be upon us. Of course this applies to all seasons. I suppose that’s our motto. “Wait til next year” huh.


Now that the fun time has passed it’s time to go back to work so hopefully, we can do it all over again this fall. Corn burndown applications are going out this very moment. Planters will be rolling in a month. The rich earth will be molded into settled seed beds for precise placement of cotton and soybean seeds. Travels battling insects and vector borne diseases will be never ending, racking up thousands of miles per month on our gumbo laden trucks. Tomatoes could be blooming again in a few months. Azaleas could pop in less than a month. A wise gobbler may not be able to hold back his greeting of spring with increasing day length. It’s the natural procession of life.

This also means it’s time to put “Outdoors in the Sun” on hold for a few months too. The incessant demand for my time to chase down the bugs and weeds leaves little time for study and writing. Not to worry, for the windshield time offers opportunity for new topics and adventures to bring to you this fall. I have to catch up with Clark Strange and visit with him on his endeavors of growing pawpaws. I have talked to him briefly about this and it will be a wonderful topic to share with you. I’m sure I will be jotting down notes all spring and summer on what may be worthy to bring to you when I resume writing. If you have something you would like to share, please bring it to our attention, I’m sure everyone would like to read about it. Thank you for reading our column, I truly enjoy bringing it to you. Keep your nose to the wind and your powder dry, we’ll see you this fall.

Until next time enjoy our woods and waters and remember, let’s leave it better than we found it.


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