Holy shit, what happned to the nice fall we were having? It was -31 degreees here in Casper this week. I heard geese overhead all night on Wedenesday. I'd leave too, but it's duck season. We bagged a few greenheads before the serious weather got here. We're going out today only becasue it's a balmy 27 and my dogs are tired of being in the house. This summer I heard two guys talking about how cold it can be and still put your dog in the water. I had never even given it a thought. This photo, taken last seaosn, shows Rocket on one of those -20 degree days. His hair freezes and he soldiers on. I'm thinking Henry might not like it so much. But the ducks are here and I know what to do. Before I set out I'm going to put a pot of elk/mallard stew on the stovetop. It's a receipe that calls for five cups of red wine and three poinds of oinions. And, of course, ducks.