Here in my neck of the woods, it was a very, very dry summer. The grass turned brown quickly and the lack of water is showing through in the leaves on the trees as they change into their golden autumn hues.
Now we’re in what the old men at the diner call an “Indian Summer.” This can happen in October or November when the leaves have already turned and there's already been a frost, yet the temperatures are around 70 degrees. And let me tell ya, it is horrid on allergies, sinuses and other upper respiratory conditions.
Mayberry was in an Indian Summer for the past couple of weeks, but I'm happy to report that the highs today never made it above 55. And why does that make me happy? Because deer season is officially here and they don't like to run around the woods when it's 65 degrees.
This picture was taken on the hunt Saturday morning, when temperatures soared into the 60s. Don't get me wrong, it's gorgeous - but it makes for an un-interesting morning 15 feet up in a tree.
This picture was taken after a day of hunting when the high was about 45.
See the difference?
High temps = no deer; Low temps = 8 point buck.
Yea, I hope this Indian Summer is about over.
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