THIS IS FOR NAUTIKOS AND HIS FINE LIVER SPOTTED POINTER, BEN
Fall is just a prelude to winter now that I shift the season's importance. Time was when Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas were not the celebrations I geared up for; no sir, Mama did that. I looked forward to the day bird season opened. Curt that was my daddy he was something else. Most daddies I knew didn't take their daughters bird hunting; Curt did. Not calendars, weather changes, football games, nothing heralded the coming of fall like Daddy pulling the old 20 gauge double-barrel Ithaca... Sign in to see full entry.