Colors are pretty much peak here now, maybe even a bit past peak - some trees, like the walnuts, are already bare, others soon will be. Yesterday, I cheated and rode the 4-wheeler up to our little mountain meadow instead of hiking up there, because I wanted to save my limited leg-power in an effort to go shooting this morning. Snapped this phone pic of the meadow that is always pretty in the fall. There was a deer nibbling grass in the meadow, but he took off before I could get his pic.
I normally shoot sporting clays at my gun club each Sunday. Earlier pic of me helping a granddaughter on the course:
I haven't been able to do that for months now. I'm not really any better, but I have been pushing the exercise hard, so I thought I'd give shooting a try today. Made the effort this morning with a few very kind and patient friends. Got halfway through the course and had to quit due to exhaustion. My trusty nine pound Perazzi (shotgun) felt like it weighed 50 pounds and my legs were very wobbly after walking only 8 of the 16 stations. I was VERY disappointed with my poor performance. It was good, however, to see my many close friends at the Club!
Yesterday was opening day for pheasant season here - a very big day for me and the dogs. I'm not even close to being able to push through miles of thick cover and rough ground right now. In my 79 years, haven't missed a single opening day, except as an underage child and the three years I was in Vietnam. I even hunted when we lived in Germany for a few years.
Last season in PA:
I have quite a few friends who were forced out of the field due to age, but this is something I literally live for and I'm still holding out hope that the docs will find the problem and fix it in time for the late season here, which runs into February.
Fortunately, life is otherwise very good!
Greg
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