AH FALL!
There once was a time when morning temperatures under the forty degree mark sent my sense of hunting of wild game over the boiling level. As a teenager I had taken up bow hunting and, as we lived in suburban New Jersey, that weapon was a necessity if you wanted to hunt. Even in the time of the dinosaurs one could not hunt in urban areas with a gun. Your neighbors would simply call the cops if you were discovered. So my crowd of five or six took up the bow and arrow. It's much more quiet and hence would be less likely to raise the wrath of the gentry.
To this day I am simply amazed that we were not all thrown in the gulag until we reached our 25th birthdays. For instance, as practice we would play archery golf on the "Private" country club in the area. I am sure the golfers were a little shocked as an arrow flew overhead just as they were about to swing.
We never killed anything but spent many days crashing around in the local woodlots. Now those woodlots were just an undeveloped lots between houses with some trees. Still amazed that we all avoided juvenile records.
But back to Fall and the chase.
Back then if we even had a shot at a doe, we had accomplished something. Never hit any but that was immaterial at the time. The above image was taken more recently at Valley Forge in Pennsylvania. Finding it this morning just brought back a bunch of memories...but heck isn't that what photographs are for?
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