“O’Driscoll drove with a song
The wild duck and the drake,
From the tall and the tufted reeds
Of the drear Hart Lake.”
-William Butler Yeats, The Host of the Air
Been parting the waters with a different stick lately. Ptarmigan, ducks, and geese so far. I’ve frozen a few in the round in preparation for next season’s hunting partner. He’ll change things for us. We’re ready for a change.
This morning I couldn’t pull my wading boots out of the truck because they were frozen to the bed. I’m proud of my wet waders. Maybe sometime this winter I’ll let them dry out.
Just not yet.