As I am getting older I place more importance on experiences that make memories than when I was younger. I find myself becoming more sentimental. When the season is over I find myself thinking back, not just over the past season but the last 25+ years of hunting birds of all sorts. I think of the sites, smells, and the many people I have shared a blind with. I think about dogs that are no longer with us, and the stupid things I did when I was younger. I think about the long brutal hikes in the chukar hills, the different points and retrieves from dogs that both amazed me, and showed me what beauty is. I also think about the times the dogs frustrated me while I was trying learn, and the times I behaved like a fool. In the marsh at sunset who among us hasn't marvelled in awe at the silhouettes of ducks in front of the Great Salt Lake sunset. The sounds of ducks and geese, and the other birds of the marsh can be quite haunting at that time. How about the smell of the lake that people say stinks right before a rain storm. To me it's a comforting smell. I love the way the clouds hang on the mountain at daybreak. The way the sagebrush looks in September with sun glistening off morning dew on all those webs that those big creepy spiders have have spent their time making. The smell of sage is unbelievable anytime. What a great place we are blessed to live. I've had the opertunity to travel the country some, but I have seen no other place like home.
What about it do you love? What's important to you? What are you favorite observations?