Tuesday was the first day of fall hunting. It didn’t feel like fall, it still felt like summer. I was leery about hunting — I’d been away for a few days and I knew Zelda would be fresh.
In the end, it was too nice out to pass up, so I compromised. I headed over a bit late and rode the first piece alone, meeting the rest of the hunt at the first check. It was a good choice because it gave Zelda the chance to settle before the excitement began.
Zelda gets very enthusiastic about hunting and needs to learn a few manners about waiting patiently, but once she gets going, she’s very good.
It was a beautiful day.
