Well the weather has been getting cooler at night and each moring aI wake up to the crisp air of the approching fall. Saturday starts the grouse and dove hunt which here pretty much signals the hunting season with deer elk and bear right around teh corner. I can't wait until Saturday morning my only delema to hunt doves in the valley or head right up to the mountians and shoot grouse (lots of blues, pine hens and ruffies here). Anxious to see the look on my boys face when I give him his new Berreta 20 gauge (already shot it several times just to make sure of course) Anyone else get the same, wild kind of feeling as I do this time of year? when the temp starts dropping and the quakies are begining to light to yellow. It's like some kind of instinct drawing me out to hunt for food.