As the Indian summer had streak well into October and being alone for several weeks in the forest, I yearned for the open space of the Prairie. I would head west to find more Huns and Sharptail and visit with long time friends. And so I left the Northwood filled with wonderful memories, plenty of shooting and great ruffed dinners. I would head toward Alberta hunt the Praise again and pass through the States from the Canadian Rockies.
This drive is always special from sunrise to sunset. as the skies were alive with the constant flocks of geese staging for the south. I was in the area I wanted to hunt when there were no more blue phase geese just pure white Arctic geese. I was back in the the western flyway
FI had to stop by Lake Diefenbaker and catch some LUNKER rainbow trout on fly rods. For many years I have been camping by Diefenbaker hunting was superb and so was the fly fishing. I was ito my friends home for an evening of visiting, watching the world series or Corner Gas, catching up on the family and a home cooked meals. The rye flowed with pepsi as did the Molson or Pilzner. How grand these small town were and all over the province I was constantly being cooked for and entertained by the wonderful hospitality of the farming community. You see up here the hunter is a respected endeavouring
