Change in the Air

[Bobby Bass]

I find it funny how with Labor day on us suddenly summer is over. With those words on a calendar suddenly cabins will start closing up and fishermen will push their boats back in the garage and the countdown will start for hard water and ice fishing. Of course not all will stop fishing but now after a few months of fishing hunting is here to take up that leisure time that was once filled in with fishing. Days do grow shorter but they have been doing that since June. Docks will get pulled up on the shore and soon the beaches will be cluttered with pontoons covered beneath blue tarps. Chain saws will be heard running on the weekends and the dirt roads will have four wheelers with orange clad riders on their shoulders. Skies will quicken will the sound of geese and their honks will make people stop and stare skyward. After the birds clear the tree line and disappear out of sight work will be renewed with some haste as if the geese were a sign of fall coming.

Kids will return to school, the sounds of football and cheering parents on a Friday night. Early rising on a Saturday morning and the loading of dogs in crates and shotguns in padded cases. Bologna sandwiches and home made cookies,  thermos of coffee and sodas wait in pickup trucks. Duck boats on the highway will replace the sleek bass boats and dogs will be a common sight riding shotgun. Well worn boots will replace tennies and shorts are now covered with coveralls. Boat landings become a place to have lunch and meet up with friends. Small lies are told of how many birds were seen and how many were lucky to get away. Dogs will walk shorelines looking out at the water. A  few fishermen will still be out here. Looking back at the changing color of the leaves and watching some of them float by on the still water around them.

Summer is not yet over, but there is a change in the air.. From Lake Iwanttobethere