Seasons come and seasons go, so here it is — the end of another upland season. I can still remember the scent walking out the door on the first September morning. When September approaches each year, it seems as if there is a rather abrupt change to how evenings and mornings smell. Dogs become increasingly anxious with anticipation each passing day. Without a doubt able to smell, the same as I feel I can — “it’s here, FINALLY”! The air is crisper, with a noticeable earthiness, perhaps musky — yet, fresh and pleasant. Unable to contain their excitement, dogs begin trembling as I begin sorting equipment, loading shotguns, vests, and shells in my pickup preparing with the same excitement and anticipation as they do. That excitement is now only in the memories of this past upland season. With the pickup unloaded of the season’s gear, the nights are longer and the days shorter, the winter solstice has passed — leaving new anticipation on the horizon for the season to come. Dogs curl up in their beds, perhaps on the couch, resting with intent for this is a new year, new beginnings, new experiences, so much to be thankful for, so much to learn, and so much to look forward to. Several months of rest begins before the time for spring and summer activities — camping, fly fishing, polishing, and perfecting new and rusty skills. 

With each year begins a fresh start, void of the previous year’s challenges. And it’s with that I wish you a Happy New Year!

Lots more to come, so follow along, and here’s to 2022!