Some years are worse than others for me. No matter how many birds were called to the gun during a spring season, some are just harder to let go of than others. Some years I just feel finished when it is over. Other years, I just don't want to let go. This spring was one of those. I had a great year. My kids had a great year and it still feels like I should be somewhere with a gun on my shoulder.
I'm depressed, to say the least. I am actually having a difficult time writing about it. It is a addiction and an obsession. A way of life for me.
Many of you understand completely, many of you never will.