Always A cherished season
Fall is a cherished season for sure.
The end of July…59 days until Fall. The school will take place of sleeping in and being outdoors in parks and pools. Hunters are making plans for escaping. Quilters and crafters making holiday gift plans.
Although my Dad’s birthday is two days after mine in March. I always think about Dad in the Fall. This season called Fall was when my Dad came alive. Prepping for those hunts and talking with his son and brothers about the endless possibilities.
Dad never had game cams. Always out scouting and trying to express what he scene. I’ve grown to enjoy what others share with game cams, but I miss Dad’s expressions when he saw the BIG Bucks