Today is the last day of dusky grouse season in New Mexico. A couple more days spent out in the woods didn't result in any more birds for us, even way up in one spot that I've pretty much always found birds. This is the first year I've been blanked.
Some other predator got to this one first:
Grass as high as a Chessie's eye:
Our weather has turned fall-like, cool in the evenings and at night. Summer's gone and the garden is putting on a last burst. Time to really savor those last tomatoes.
Duck season starts (in the zone we hunt) in just a couple of weeks. We'll go to making game then.
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