Snapped this with the phone a bit ago when carrying a bucket of corn into feed. Eric's blind is strategically located on a peninsula between this one (which he shall shoot towards) and one behind his blind. Two runways follow each swamp shoreline, one behind him and this one which holds his feed pile. In terms of deer runways, it is very obvious and walked down. Unfortunately those giant black corn pigs also use it. My brother and his son arrive Sunday and will start bear hunting on Monday. They are up here through the first week of bow season, for a total of two weeks. They will be staying at the Black River Inn off Black River Rd. , about ten miles from here. I told them that I want the time alone with Eric (as he will be leaving for his new job in California following his time here), in addition to the fact that anything over a week with company, other than the grandkids or kids is beyond my capacity for houseguests.
“If you did not live lovingly and love deeply, you would not feel the pain of separation. But neither would you feel the joy, passion, and happiness that living fully and loving deeply bring.”
― Susan Barbara Apollon, Touched by the Extraordinary, Book Two