State marks bicentennial with museums opening, events
Traditions run deep in my family. For many years, the day after Thanksgiving was the day our homes were decorated and prepared for Christmas. My mom was a fanatic when it came to decorating for all occasions but the Christmas season was always her favorite.
I am quite certain at this exact moment wonderful aromas from your homes and kitchens are drifting downwind through your quiet streets and quaint neighborhoods.
We are in the midst of what I consider to be the best time of the year. Of course if you know me, you will immediately associate my statement of “the time of year” having totally to do with hunting season. I freely admit this has something to do with it, but I assure you, only in part.
Is your glass half full or half empty? When you opened your eyes this morning did you welcome the sunlight that found its way through your blinds and drapes or did you dread what the day was to bring? Are you, for the most part, an optimist or a pessimist?
We were just ahead of the front that came through Friday on the way back to Madison. The temperature dropped from 82 degrees to 58 degrees in seven minutes. To the Northwest, a brilliant rainbow appeared in the midst of dark and boiling clouds along the squall line. Winds were steady at 15 and gusting to 35.
I’m still struggling finding my way home from the high country and those majestic Rocky Mountains. Now I’m not referring to struggling in the literal sense by depending upon Delta to get me back. No, I’m not stuck in Dallas or Atlanta sleeping in a chair and waiting on paperwork from the tower.
Have you been thinking about the fierce one? Did the Polar bear come to mind? Maybe you had thoughts of other species that aren’t so obvious. A Canada goose with goslings can be extremely vicious when it comes to protecting her nest. A wolf can be ferocious but this is still not the one that ranks at the top of the list.
There was no good way to get there, but after visiting the airports of Atlanta, Salt Lake, Kalispell, and then finally a scenic drive to Whitefish, the effort was absolutely worth it. The final destination, Whitefish Mont., was not the place I would normally visit in October without bow or rifle.
Picking back up where I left off last week, I again intended on sharing the highlights of our Kansas excursion in pursuit of legendary bucks. Climbing into a stand or blind wearing khakis and short sleeve shirts was quite atypical and a variance of the norm for chasing whitetails.