first frosts, even if it warms back up. winter is coming. geese going over low...cold foggy mornings. hearing something walking through the leaves at dawn, and reaching for your bow, the incredible aroma that a barn with fresh-cut hay & tobacco curing in it give off. how do you know Spring has arrived? blue-winged teal on the marsh? spring peepers in roadside ditches? maybe grouse drumming on a log or hearing a big tom roaring from his branch while it's still dark. maybe it is the stringer of slab crappie a neighbor shows you, or watching a male woodcock performing his sky dance. all of this...and more.