Hunting season approaches. This actually means I'm taking Dog out to some promising locations less often. I'm not sure to what extent the canine habit of marking everything that stands might influence skittish deer, but a few weeks does seem plausible. So these photos are from last month.
Something was scraping and scratching here....
"Hey Boss, there's one damned big squirrel down there somewhere..."
It is particularly difficult to take him cross country when his ambition in Sticks is so outsized....
Because he does rather resemble a pint sized deer he'll be decked out in some kind of orange kit during the actual hunting season. Man, is he gonna be confused if we have the good fortune to have a couple of deer hanging up outside. The begging I get for an hour leading up to Morning Walk time will pale in comparison....
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