For the hunters (or to some, the Fudds) among us who live for this time of the year when crops are being cut, the mercury is falling, deer have shed their velvet and are preparing for the rut and the first ducks begin their migrations south, this is THE time of year we live for. Stepping out of the house at first light with my son to head to his baseball game the other day the chill in the air was unmistakable.
