Tramping through the leaves

Storm clouds gathering Halloween Day, and we are enjoying near solitude at the boat ramp.

One last stab at fishing. So far, no catches, thank heavens. But, it's inevitable she will catch something at some point. Just like the hunting. I still feel guilty about the squirrel hunting.

And of course, here she is hunting.

We only tramp the river on weekends now. No time at all on weekdays.

But the River always makes it worth it.

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Little Pond