All dressed up and nowhere to go.  Describes how I am feeling right about now.  This fall promises to be filled with sharptails and huns in Montana and pheasant and quail in Kansas.  The hunting rig is complete: F250 crew cab diesel with a 6-hole dog topper pulling a 30’ Open Range travel trailer.  But for now the rig and the two of us are just sitting here, biding our time in hot, humid Maine (who the heck knew that Maine was so humid?!) 

Summer has been busy. With good.  And bad.  We ate so many lobsters that we are tired of them.   We had lots of visitors – I never knew that so many friends came to the Maine coast to spend a few days.  We had a couple of great rib BBQs with friends old and new.   We lost a wonderful old gentleman of a setter.  We endured surgery on one of our prime-time hunters and an erhlichia infection with another.  Our youngest dog has recovered from his hit-by-car trauma but specialists now tell us that the plate/screws should be removed for long term health.  He first needs more healing time so his surgery is scheduled for Sept 24^th at Tufts University in Massachusetts. We will be pulling out as soon post-surgery as we can.

Meanwhile, we will take the rig out for some short stays to learn the ropes with it.  Dogs will heal.  Temps will cool down.  And the itch will become stronger.