It goes all too quickly

It’s all going by too quickly.

I worry I’ll miss something.

Since Sept. 1 I’ve been hunting more days than not. For the first two weeks of the season the weather remained hot and dry, and I only hunted the first hours of daylight.

Most mornings found me in a creek bottom where there was water for the dogs. They flushed sharptail and sage grouse out of the scant cover, and occasionally I managed to hit one.

Some mornings the grouse were scarce, and the pheasants and ducks -- not yet in season -- offered shots I couldn’t take. Now that both are in season, they don’t seem quite so pl...