Oh October, how cruel you are! No hunting seasons open for me.
September teases with it’s dove and muzzleloading deer seasons. October is the month where I look back and sulk and reminisce while waiting for November and it’s quail and pheasant season.
If only I bowhunted or hunted for waterfowl, I would have an excuse to get out in the field. But alas, I sit here waiting and dreaming.
Those in the Dakotas mock me as they’re off to their pheasant camps this week.
October, you are are cruel.