Today is the first day of fall, bow season opens this Saturday, the brookies are just starting to feed in anticipation of winter and the New York Giants are 3-0.
I realize the Giants being undefeated is, at best, tangentially related to this always scintillating, oh-so witty outdoor column.
But I just returned from a day at Giants stadium where I had ringside seats for their latest game with Cinci. Having been a true blue fan pretty much from birth, this was a HUGE treat for me.
The fact that they won in OT made it all the better and worth missing the weekend scouting prior to the Sept. 27 bow season opener.
Sept. 27 is a meaningful date to me on many levels. Not only is it opening day of the northern bow season, but it also is my son Harrison's birthday, a point I was quick to point out to his mother, Mary, shortly after his arrival in this world.
Of course, she was much less impressed with the absolutely huge significance of this twist of fate than I.
"He was born on the bow season opener," I recall telling her as I cradled Harrison in my arms, just minutes after his birth.
Thoughts of hunting equipment for Harrison's many birthdays danced in my head.
"That's super" Mary replied.
Ignoring the tiny fact that Mary had just endured 18 hours of labor followed by major surgery, I pushed on.
"No, no, you don't understand, it's the opening day of bow season!" I exclaimed excitedly, a toothy, albeit sheepish grin covering my face.
"The day NEVER changes!"
"Would you please bring our son to me," she said in a tired - you-have-serious-issues-with-this-hunting-crap - tone.
I know. It's a curse.
The Whitetail Classic buck contest
Tony McCutcheon e-mailed me recently in hopes I'd let readers know about changes to his New York Whitetail Classic big buck contest.