Bo and I stepped outside into a growing gray dark-thirty luster this morning. I have often said, God only gives you so many opening days. On this opening morning for a number of Wisconsin hunting seasons, I heard one salvo probably coming from some more-ambitious-than-I hunters on the river three miles away.
The weather guessers had predicted rain today. Nearby I could hear birds just starting their grocery shopping. A hunting crow called for more air support from his kind across the coulee, causing a minor hullabaloo among some blue jays in our woods.
I took it in for a few minutes. I had to smile when a thought scurried across a path in the back of my mind like a startled squirrel, “I could strap on my .22 and take a stroll up the ridge in search of a couple bluff lobsters (a nickname coined by Mary Hochhausen of Cassville back in the day) for the upcoming Squirrel Picnic pot.
” That thought was overcome by the need for some fresh coffee. Back inside, I checked the weather station that showed a warm 63 degrees. Too warm for me to go hunting.
A bit later at the kitchen table, Ellen said, “Oh my, it’s beautiful!” and pointed across the coulee at what proved to be a bumper to bumper rainbow that any leprechaun would have been proud of! I grabbed my camera and got outside barely in time to get a couple shots of the rapidly fading phenomena. It was beautiful over the sunlit hardwood treetops at the top of the hill. Ma Nature must have put on her Badger shirt back to fro.