Friday October 26th would have been Big Jim's birthday. My two older brothers and I, along with my son and nephews went out to Independence to celebrate our parents and to clean out their house, that we had sold. 
Needless to say the window shutters, wicker baskets and a few old chairs got the thumbs down when the question "to burn or not to burn"came up.
Saturday we drove south to the Rowley Fen for our opening day pheasant hunt. The Rowley Fen is a very unique natural wetland area. This area is full of unique plants, wildlife, and birds but not any roosters.
Jesup, Steve's German short hair did get birdie and pointed four hens.
A fen is different from other wetlands because of the calcareous (calcium carbonate containing) water seepage that flows constantly to the surface directly out of the bedrock.
This creates a basic water source that causes plant matter to take longer to decompose and results in mounds of peat forming on top of the water. The peat mounds have a springy, spongy feel to them that is a rare treat to walk on.
Of all the wetland types, fens are probably the least familiar to folks and are often refereed to as bog.
At the Blazing Star prairie just down the road, Jesup hit on another point. Beau walked up to dog to get a shot and then jumping back. He shouted for Jesup to "get away"! Jesup had a 25 lb. coon by the tail.
It was only the first of three racoons that we came upon in that stretch and no birds.
Well, we really didn't expect to get into too many birds. But, it was important that we all got back to Indee for one last hunt and one last burn at Grandma and Gram pa Becker's.
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