Thoughts and pictures of my wanderings through the Allegheny Mountains hunting grouse and woodcock with my Ryman-type English Setters during the fall and winter months, fishing for smallmouth bass in local streams and rivers during the summer months and wandering over my 66 acres of heaven year round.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Time to experience the thrill of a pointing dog with nerves strung to the breaking point.
Time to travel abandon logging roads. Letting them lead me where they want to.
Time to visit old homesteads. Silent reminders of days long past.
Time to visit old friends that I have found over the years and contemplate their lives and deaths in this rugged mountain land that I love to roam.