A gloomy, wet day for opening bow season here in the Northwoods. We are out in the middle of the forest scoping out a good place to put up a tree stand.
The dampness calls out every blood-thirsty mosquito within a mile radius. Of course, my can of repellent is at home.
Overnight it seems, the popples started dropping their yellowing leaves, and there is a thin layer covering the fire lanes.
Surrounded by beauty….