Heading down the long hill, into the valley at sunrise. Dogs barking in the box in back as a scent catches their attention.

There ought to be rabbits in the valley and we are ready to try to run a few. Hats, jackets, shotguns  and shells, the pack is ready to go, as are Hubby and I.

Fog layers trail acrossthe valley…And the sun clears the hill, scattering the wisps of fog, bright hickory blazes yellow in the morning light.

It’s a grand day,  maples shine, as the dogs and hunters do well.

 Days to remember, days to enjoy… and the hunters come home.