Some wild grapes.
My nemisis. Burrs. They seem to be everywhere this year. My legs have been rubbed raw. My clothes covered. One pair of pants may never be worn again.
A red-backed salamander. He found refuge under my backpack one morning.
A poplar, changing colours.
Free wind indicators.
How wet is it where I hunt? Wet enough for this muskrat to swim under my stand.
From one of my ground positions.
A mushroom capitalizing on the rotting stump.
The view from my stand where I shot the doe.
The required gear to get into the marathon stand. A full change of clothes is stuffed into my pack and crossbow case.
Me toting gear on the way out from the marathon stand.
The gauntlet. To get to one of our stand locations Ecoaster and I had to run past these hives.
The day before I witnessed a fellow shooting at a rabbit as it ran in the ditch along the road. The "hunter" was standing no more than two feet from the ashphalt. I called the MNR. The COs came to investgate. It was interesting to watch the dog work. He was able to find spent shells, and the wads.
Being rewarded with his kong, after finding the first wad.
Something of an abstract picture. There was spring causing ripples on the surface of a puddle. The fall colours along with the blue sky made for an interesting subject.
