Hotter then the blazes here, 101 heat index even the wind is hot late into the evening. My Big blacklab won't hardly go outside now and I know he is dreaming of the first frost with me, the smell of fall in the air, the sound of whistling wings overhead. The smells and sounds of Big Ole Forky toes rutting Buck that we all dream of.
I think of deer and duck camp more and more often and eachtime I also think of what I hope to someday have. A deercamp like NorthernDave and the MrsNDave have put together.
Dave can you hear it? Do you see it? I see my orange cap and hear it whispering put me on, put me on soon! The time is coming but not soon enough!!!
