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| The Slightest Curve |
The Tamarack. Our only conifer that changes color and sheds it's "leaves" (needles) each fall and when it does-it's showy and beautiful. A scouting slash hunting trip down a forest road in western Clark County lead me past swamps I used to visit frequently. The destination was a man made dyke from the 1960's where ducks have been hunted in the past. It's tiny, barely enough water for a canoe and decoys, but years ago, it did produce from time to time. It was also a chance to check out grouse spots during the bumpy ride out there. No ducks when Molly and I arrived, but we did bust a pair of immature Bald Eagles perched out on the drainage ditch. The place has potential for a future hunt in any regard.
That rough "road" is Abbot Ranch Lane, and I'll assume at one time, someone tried to run a farm out here, but the soils are poor and draining the swamps did little to help. It's now all a part of the county forest and offers prime hunting and outdoor recreation instead. Also a chance to see and photograph the most colorful of wetlands....which I love. Something about that spicey swamp smell that is the best perfume any outdoorsman could ever want and which brings only the best memories back from hunting trips in the past. Well worth slowing down, taking a breath and appreciating what's before us for a minute or two.
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| The Swamp Bouquet |
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| Gold and Rain Approaching |
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| Home of the Green and Gold |
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