And since we can’t do anything without some sort of animal tagging along.
Isn’t he a good lookin’ dude though.
Dusty followed us through the trees like a dog. He was fairly well behaved right up until we got about 100 yards from our pickup at the end of our hunt. Then he literally went berserk charging us and chasing us. We honestly think he didn’t want us to leave. He had just been put in that far away pasture by himself a few weeks earlier. We joke he had gone feral down there all by himself.
An unidentified plant.
It was beautiful once we got under all the trees.
My pictures really don’t do it justice.
There was a thick layer of fallen leaves covering every inch of the ground.
We didn’t find a single mushroom. Apparently we had given up just short of their breeding ground. Maybe next year!