The silver helmets are in hibernation, but just have to tell about our five days of deer hunting in the mountains:
A lowering full moon lead the way while a glowing sunrise covered our backs as we hiked past ditches, over beaver dam-logs, through leafless willows to a spot high on the mountainside to take our stand. We passed a lot of deer, elk, coyote, and rabbit tracks. At one point in the snow it looked as though the coyote was chasing the rabbit. I wonder who won?
We hiked with our thermals and six layers of clothes covered by orange on top of crusted snow, boot deep powdered snow or just left plain boot prints in the snow.
Cold wind blew over the pines, naked aspen trees and through stumbles of brown and gold weeds. The morning sun was a welcome sight.
Golly gee, low and behold, out from beneath the snow popped a dandelion. Dandelion Girl is thrilled!
All in all, beautiful crisp fall days of hunting.
From sun's warm patches
snow smothered autumn leaves twirl
with wind's bellowing whips
Joe's Haiku (his words put into place by Bonnie)
consists of moon sillouetted
amidst stalwart conifers