Showing posts with label hunting land. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hunting land. Show all posts

Saturday, September 3, 2011

View From a Treetop

This morning, light slid down over the hills under a peachy sky.  Don and Barley and I 

loaded up in the pickup and headed for the hunting land we share with another couple.

Don loves this land, and I do too.  I love it because he does, and I love him.  It's a place

he can get away from the hectic demands of his work and focus intensely on something 

he enjoys.  Don and his friend had just finished brush hogging the fields, and he wanted

me to see them.  In the middle field, I climbed into a tree stand for an overview, while

Don and Barley checked out the pond.  It was low, which was no surprise at the end of 

this hot summer, but it didn't stop Barley from lowering himself into the mucky water.




He came out refreshed and frisky, and smelling quite a bit more to his liking than when

he went in.



They came for me then, high in the tree, and I was happy to have them close.  And to my

delight, I believe it was mutual.