The wind came up quite early this morning.
It rustled through the trees outside my window, gently thumping the blinds as it continued through the streets.
It was a subtle sign, but a sign nonetheless.
We’ve been seeing small hints here lately – small twinges of gold in the leaves, mornings that hold that evening chill just a bit longer, the re-appearance of the pumpkin-flavored beverages on drink menus.
The fog of summer lifts and we avert our eyes, and our minds, to things…more important.
Large racks of antlers peek out from blue tarps in the beds of pickups on the highway. Blaze orange signs proclaiming a friendly welcome and a cold beer plaster the front of every bar. Large, heavy streamer boxes are unearthed from the bottoms of boat bags. The solitary crack of rifle shots waft up from the local range.
It is the season of the sportsman.
As such, we live true to the calling of our wilder sides at TU’s Sportsmen’s Conservation Project, and with hunting seasons opening and trout making their yearly run, you’re not going to find most of us as our desks.
And in celebration of such things – freedom to hunt, freedom to fish, freedom to go totally freakin’ feral and roam these wild lands we work so hard for like a young bull moose – we want to share our stories with you.
Over the upcoming weeks, the SCP will detail those adventures in a series of blogs. We invite you to stop by, sit for a bit and remember why you love this way of life.
In the meantime, happy angling, happy hunting, and may the joy of the season be upon you.
-Go to www.oursportingheritage.org for more information.