I spent the last evening fishing and packing up for the trip home. As I fished around the edge of the lake, I came to a brush choked section of shoreline that forced me up onto the two track that circles the lake. As soon as I stepped onto the road, I heard a grunt to my left. Two pigs, a red one and a black one scurried away into the brush.
Then I seen a bald eagle fly over me, and then over the lake toward the setting sun. I thought about how we are all headed toward our own “sunset” and that every day is a good one, some are just better than others.
I’d just spent a few great ones with friends both new and not so new. I look forward to what else lies ahead, especially next year’s hog hunt with these same guys!
Thanks for “coming along”.