Spring Fever

I drove up to the highest point you can drive around Juneau after work this evening to listen.  Were they there yet?  I parked in my familiar spot.  Shut off the engine.  And got out of the truck and stood in front of it.  What was that? Yep.  That’s them.  Hooters.  None right close, but certainly they are hooting.  It turned on a switch.  Turned my mood instantly to reallyogood.  I would be back in the morning with my pack and shot gun ready for a full day of hiking.  Some people need to go to Mexico or Arizona or Florida for spring break.  Me.  I just need to go hooter hunting.  I am easy to please.