Opening Day. There are no two other words like it. Some relate the phrase to dove or quail hunting and some others even relate it to duck season or turkey hunting. I personally relate it to the beginning of whitetail deer season and autumn, a time when Mother Nature begins to paint her landscape in vivid oranges, yellows, and reds. In different parts of the country, it takes on different dates, but no matter where you live, Opening Day is a day of great anticipation. It really doesn’t matter what game you may be chasing, that in itself is not the true spirit of the day.
Personally, it’s a time in my life to reflect on the memories of seasons past. Memories with friends and family in the field, or just those early morning breakfast gatherings and the smell of coffee and bacon in the skillet. The older I get, the more thankful I am of each season I’m able to just be part of it. To be able to sit in the stillness of a crisp autumn morning, one with nature and watch the orange sun peek over the horizon is nothing less than a blessing. Squirrels cutting acorns from the tree tops to the deer below, owls hooting, blue jays singing, and turkeys flying from their morning roost are all part of another daily routine of morning activities in the autumn woods.
I’m often asked by the unfortunate people of this world, how I could rise so early in the day and search my way through the darkness of the forest to sit on stand all morning not guaranteed anything but the rising of the sun only to return home empty handed. I just tell them I’ve never once returned home empty handed but they never understand. Opening Day has come again, so don’t miss the opportunity of the rest of your lifetime.