The  wind and the snow/rain weren’t ideal, but it was the last day of the season. The birds hadn’t been behaving in any sort of discernable pattern, but it was the last day of the season. None of us had a whole lot of optimism, but it was the last day of the season.

It was precisely the kind of day to be up early, outdoors, and watching the skies.

Knowing that there are just about 9 months between us and the opener, we had gone hunting.