I remember going goose and duck hunting on Lake Traverse, all by myself.
The ducks and geese would come off the lake and fly low over the haystacks up at the north end islands.
I’d climb to the top of the stacks, take off my heavy brush coat, and lay on my back, my coat a pillow, just watching them.
Even while they were within shooting range, I had plenty of shots all of the time there, so I’d just watch………… and maybe take a nap in the last days of the year, when you could do that in the heat of the sun in South Dakota.
I had no need to disturb anything while I watched, geese, ducks, clouds and the Indian Summer spider webs drift by.
……… Nature and I breathed in time. rdd