Many a respectable person has been brought spiraling downward not by fame, fortune, greed or members of the opposite sex…but by a double smooth bore, setterdogs and wild birds in wild places.
Chukars in particular. They are burned into my mental retina for eternity.
I long for Indian Summer October days…when the frost triggers the plant auxins to produce vibrant reds and golds…in Southern Idaho chasing echos off rim rocks on talus covered slopes! As the French philosopher/theologian Antoine Arnauld declared, “Rest, rest, shall I have not all eternity to rest.”
October with setters and chukars…