My 666th post on Friday the 13th! I've draped myself with crucifixes to prevent channeling some demon while I type (and here the camera on my laptop is broken...so sorry...)
Actually, I saw something yesterday that's even more troubling. Early in the morning I went to look at some of my waterfowling spots and found them either dry or super low on water. The pond where I planned to ambush some geese on the early goose opener now consists of a mud flat with scattered puddles, which may mean I don't hunt early goose at all. It shouldn't be a shock, I guess, given the dry winter and the lack of rain and high temps this summer. Opening day plans are going to change drastically unless we get September monsoons, and I won't hold my breath.
This in a year with a good hatch, too. Hope any ducklings reared in these spots managed to get to bigger water.
And as I sit blogging on the day of evil...I wonder if I could sell my soul for a weekly deluge?
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