I know that hunting people are supposed to hate these pretty flowers. Not because they are the symbol of one of the great beasts of history,
but since they arrive at the spring, when hunting ends.
MFH AM once said that hunting just sort of ends itself, and he's right. With the local difficulties of this season, I'm not so sorry that yesterday was our last day of wildlife annoyance. Time to knock off until the autumn.
BUT, I'll write up some hunts through the summer, with pictures, and post some hunting rants too.
So long, coyotes! Au revoir, Sanglier! Until we meet again, Red Deer!
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Posted by staghounds at 8:27 AM