By Bill Cooper
September begins as if it were another busy day, with all living creatures not quite ready to advance from the lush, easy living of summer into the bounty of fall and eventually into the struggles of winter.
Life is pleasant in September. Mornings are cool, yet the sun still warms our bodies and souls appreciably in this the month of the harvest moon.
September brings active hope to the hunter. Months of lingering thoughts of days afield quickly transform into reality with the approach of this glorious outdoor month.
Cooing doves that have reared young about our woodlots and gardens all summer become our quarry as the dove hunting opener approaches on the first day of the month. Positioning ourselves in a hide of vegetation and camouflage well before first light fires our adrenalin glands into overdrive as we anticipate the first flights of the season.
