The Sportsman tribe will point the pick-up and the Explorer north this evening. We are headed for our annual pilgrimage to the Adirondacks. Fishing and water-skiing and canoeing and hiking will replace banging of one's head against the courthouse door and being glued to e-mail and all other vehicles of artificial urgency and millennial electronic shackles.
Dove season opens in one month and I expect to be posting a bit more about wing-shooting and the Fall steeplechases and that kinda stuff. In the meantime, the Phillies are appallingly bad, the Eagles are in camp and cold beer and cool lake water awaits.