Only eight more months

It’s time for a change.

Of clothes.

Of behavior.

Of diet.

Since the first of September I’ve been hunting more days than not. Now the season is over and there are eight long months to navigate until it starts again.

My wardrobe is the first to change. The old green uniform pants I’ve been wearing all season -- the ones my wife abhors – will be exchanged for jeans, my blaze orange cap for a blue one with a bobcat on it, and my shooting gloves for something warmer.

I’ve taken off the whistles I wear on a lanyard around my neck, emptied my vest pockets of old granola bars and hard candy, and put o...