Something just ain't right. There's a knot in my stomach, a nervous tick in the corner of my brain that won't go away. A sloppy mix of snow and rain covers the ground outside. Work trips loom in a few weeks and I realize I'm going to miss the last day of duck season.
February is by far the worst month of the year. Check that... January is by far the worst month of the year, because it comes right before February and the calendar on the wall makes it very clear that the last days of the best seasons are quickly waning away.
No matter how resolute I am each summer, life has a habit of getting in the way. Never enough days in a drift boat, or in a duck blind, or afield with a bow or rifle or shotgun in hand. Never enough 4am wakeups, or gas station biscuits and gravy, or Banquet Beers at dodgy bars.
The beauty of Oregon is that as the sun sets on one season, it's inevitably rising on another. Here's to what 2016 brought and all we have to look forward to in 2017.