Open Season

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.  The volley of shots rang out as the small flock of geese inhabiting our little cove prepared to take flight.  Before we could wrap our heads around what had transpired, two objects fell from the sky quickly disappearing into the cold gray water.   It is open season for duck in Pennsylvania.



Before long a small motor boat sped out from the shore in search of the downed prey.  We watched with interest as the little boat bounced along, tracking wide circles until the kill was located and retrieved.  And then, just as quickly as it began it was over.  The boat and it's occupents were back on shore celebrating their good fortune.

This was a blatent reminder that we are back home in western Pennsylvania, where hunting is a way of life.  And while I know I could never take the life of an animal for sport (roaches not included) many of these hunters are dependant upon a successful hunting season to fill their freezers for the coming winter.

It would however, behove me to purchase some orange clothing to wear when I am out shooting those spectacular sunset photos. I don't want to become a trophy head stuffed and mounted on some happy hunter's wall.