So anyway, although Tommy had gotten a new car,
I rode in Daryl's rumble seat instead as we made the short trek to the skwerl woods. The air was mildly cool and the sunshine purely golden as it trickled throught the pines on either side of the road. I closed my eyes and savored it, as well as the myriad missiles of bright yellow, high quality straw that launched themselves at me as the velocity rose and the related wind increased. Daryl had brought the backstops, and the evidence was to be had in plenty back here.
Pines, pines, and more pines, then a slowing, a turn, and we entered the driveway to the killin' fields. Tommy stopped and unlocked the gate, drove a bit, and dropped off the first batch of hunters. A little further, and the next group, then the rest of us clambered out and headed into uh...more pines.
It was quiet stalking in the pines, but I was sure glad when we started to get into some oaks!! We split up some more, and at the first opportunity, I wandered off by my lonies. I like it like that.
Killdeer