“Blood of a Young Wolf” – Buck 65
Walking the woods or paddling a canoe or wading a stream have always been ruminatory activities for you. Times to turn things over in your
“The Only Place To Be” – Gord Downie
“October is finite – not only in volume, but in reoccurrence.” – Greg Mcreynolds
He checks the caller ID. Its work. He thinks
“”22 (OVER S∞∞N)(Bob Moose Extended Mix)” – Bon Iver
On a lake tucked away in the woods. Fall colours and summer sun. A seat in the canoe. Water so still that only gravity can
“Channelkirk and Surrounding Area” – Daniel Patrick Quinn
There has been enough of these guys around lately that maybe we will have to start hunting them in earnest with
“Sunblood” – Shad and Besnard Lakes
Two weeks early? Two weeks late?
A damp sleeping bag in the back of a truck. A hard frost blankets the inside of the truck canopy. The
“One Fine Morning” – Bill Callahan
Early season bird hunting is a frustrating and often fruitless endeavour.
The air is too warm, the sun is too hot, and every hill has you
“Gift Shop” – The Tragically Hip
past forest and flowers
we wander through a world of grey and green,
looking for a place to happen.
and in the distance between
“Grown Ocean” – Fleet Foxes
we went west. to the island. to get away from the fifty shades of brown back home. to exchange snow for rain. for the sea, for the surf, for the
Bird season has came and gone, without much activity from me. Two reasons in particular:
1) A quick early season hunt on the back forty. A little yelp, a yelp like a million
“Oh My Friends” – Nap Eyes
Leave the big river to those masochists willing to cast weighted nymph rigs into a bitterly cold 100km/h headwind.
Instead you’ll slip up into the