I love going into the woods and imitating a hoot owl early on a spring morning…just as the sun is about to break. It’s a magical time when the owls mate during one 12 hour period and turkeys during the other. In the morning, there’s a changing of the guards. If you can imitate an owl, a male turkey, sitting on his roost, with in a half mile…will gobble loudly, telling the owl to shut up, it’s now his 12 hour period to mate. He can’t help doing this. It’s called a shock call and he’s identified where he’s roosting if you’re hunting.
I love climbing up the sides of small mountains during the winter, when all the leaves are on the ground and the visibility from on top of that mountain is incredible. My dog Clyde loves it too. We do that often during that time of the year and there’s no one around. There’s no sounds of the city either…polluting what you hear…just the wind.
May those who love their city life, always remain to enjoy it and I…I’ll take the road less traveled by.
Meh, I live in the city. Certain amount of dirt, grime and noise is not unexpected if that’s where one chooses to live. Of course if it ever rises to an unlivable level, I’m outta here. Can go anywhere now that work is remote.
While I would say where I live has been the sticks for a very long time, having been urban sprawled by the time we got here, I do and have long lamented what I call the rural fill.
Unlike urban sprawl, rural fill refers to the filling in of spaces between the sprawl, already bypassing them, or seeming to, the final elimination of once besieged rural landscapes.