A thawing season has its unrelenting control over Mother Nature. The heaping mounds of snow that ornament our sidewalks and crowd our driveways are beginning to slowly melt. The spring season will always be my most prized season. It’s the recollection of warm gusts of wind splashing against our faces and beams of sunlight warming our spirits. After several months of bone-chilling winter, spring is finally here.
There is so much to look forward to as we recover from another hostile winter. It’s not just the melting phase of winter that warms my feelings, but also the refreshing news that follows. Spring is a time for Mother Nature to bloom, animals to give birth, and memories to pass.
Throughout the entire weekend, I couldn’t help but notice the peculiar sights of fish and game. As temperatures warmed and hovered above freezing, animals began heavily foraging. Diehard anglers crowded the boat launches and splashed into the cool waters hoping to catch walleye. Many keen-eyed deer hunting fanatics flocked into the woods searching for prized shed antler. It was the first time all winter season that the snowy agriculture fields melted. For once, the ice-laden blanket of white unearthed to the muddy grounds of corn stubble. It’s surely nice to see the barren grounds of Wisconsin after 5 months of suffocation from the snow.
I spotted several critters in my backyard browsing for hidden treats. The heavy-coated whitetail deer were totally fearless. It always seemed to me that deer become overly courageous during the off-season. I’ve noticed an interesting pattern of habits from the past few years watching them from my living room. A small herd of doe splashed their way across the yard, frolicking back-and-forth. I took pleasure in watching the enlightening scene continue. I knew that this was the only special period of time when deer would ever think about stepping foot into a hunter’s lawn.
Story continues below
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
advertisement
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It’s funny how spring seems to bring upon a new atmospheric culture of life. Flocks of turkey made their presence into the fields pecking for hidden pebbles of gold. Jakes, hens and gobblers were speckled across the open terrain sinking their beaks into the corn-infested mud. A quick glance to the sky proved spring was nearly here. Thousands of sand-hill cranes darted overhead from their journey from the Southern United States. From the grumpy badger to the fluffy-tailed squirrels; animals from across the thawing state of Wisconsin made their presence.
Many states across the country are now opening their fish and game seasons. It is a continuous cycle of passing traditions. The beginning of the Wisconsin turkey season is closing in. My heart-swells, while my tongue taste lips watching those feathery birds rip into the dirt with their foot-like daggers, scratching for scraps. The sight of beards dangling and fantails dancing easily excite me.
Winter fades with the burning embers of new life. We are left with the fond memories of winter’s last thaw. The memories of last Thanksgiving, Christmas, and deer hunting season has been engraved in both heart and mind; captured for eternity. Winter has become a piece of our memory. A simple frozen fragment of time and collected into our hearts, to never be forgotten. We move forward with dazzled eyes and bright thoughts of the new season upon us. Spring season is upon us.
|