My brother will be leaving for home in Dearborn, MI on Saturday morning, and has elected to hike during his week here rather than hunt, If a second buck is to be taken at the farm, I will have to decide if I want to hunt or not. As I write, the temperature is steadily declining here in the Western Upper Peninsula and headed down to the low 30’s with rain/snow for three days. If I sit in the deer blind, I will bring the propane heater. Tomorrow I will bring 16 pounds of venison down to the Tomahawk Lake Meat Market, about 1.5 hours south and east into Wisconsin, to have it made into summer sausage for my son. The rest of his buck is in the freezer in the form of steaks, chops, and roasts. Venison is virtually fat free and a healthier red meat. I hope to get to the top of Wolf Mountain this weekend with the Hasselblad and Zero Image Pinhole Camera to shoot the great distant view with Portra color film, as the leaves are at peak color. I remember shooting you on the peak with the Holga.
“Our love was a river, always changing under the mercy of nature’s elements, but we continued to flow, even when we trickled.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, Death Before Daylight