the mountains are calling - and I must go

I have learned over time that between September and January,
the men in my life disappear.

Physically and Mentally.

They go HUNTING

When they are not wadding through muddy corn fields, or sludging in wet marshes, or hiking through thick brush on a mountain side, they are thinking about it.

And when they are not thinking about it, they are watching football.

Nothing brings more joy to a boys face when he can kill something that has antlers or can fly!