August 1st alpine hunting deer with clouds and fog rolling through.
Hearing the “gluk-gluk” of a bull moose walking towards you with the waving of his antlers.
Seeing vibrant red high bush cranberries accompanied by their smell in the late autumn through until spring.
Being around trumpeter swans in the spring and fall. AV knows the sound, “huh”?
The moment of discovery when deer hunting Sitka Blacktail in the old growth and magically there is a buck in front of you.
Chasing the sound of hooters in the spring through the mountains and cliffs.

What a great thread, Jack. Thanks man.

The smell of Highland Park in my Scotch glass after ice fishing

And the best is ...Flag UP !

Nothing beats the Fall around here....all those colors

The smell of Sourdough Bread in the house in the fall Wintah

The sound of smelt flapping in the catch bucket...while in the smelt shack

That fishing reel screaming out with line while trolling for trout

That smell when approaching your mink set

The smell of rain coming

Did anyone mention a perfectly grilled ribeye steak?
Time well spent.
The smile of a child.
The love of family and friends.

So many beautiful things in life brought to the front by this thread.

The taste of salt, tequila, and lemon.
The smell of a turf fire burning.
The smell of bacon frying in the cabin.

Your lab handing perfectly on a tough retrieve. RIP Dozer…
Green heads cupped over decoys.
Deer camp cribbage games.

And, the next set.

I think it is fun and I enjoy sneezing. So long as its only once.

I was fixin to have a good ole sneeze one day, and my wife yelled don't sneeze, and ruined it.

I told her, dang you sure like taking simple pleasures out. I don't think she got it. Ha.

Nice, Posco. My children have softened and also hardened me, foundation wise. The grandchildren have cemented me.

Life is good.

The cry of the loon as I paddle my canoe in early morning

The tender touch of my wife when she knows somethings weighing on my mind

Hearing my wife up quietly in the kitchen and the smell of coffee, a she try's not to wake me.
Sitting on the deck with my wife watching the sunrise, cattle, and a cup of coffee.
Sunrise in my deer stand, and the sound of the first shots of the season.
Kids and grand kids always end with I Love you. We didn't have that as kids.
Hearing Shoot straight and good luck, be safe!
The smell of any trap lure.
Hearing a twig snap as a bear or deer walks in.
The sound of a fastpitch girls softball pitcher pitch, you can hear "it" when it's special.

The squeaking crunch of the snow on a calm, 20 below, full moon night.

The call of the whippoorwill, the mourning dove, the bobwhite quail, the rooster pheasant

The yelps and gobbles of the wild turkeys on a spring morning, a tom in full strut

Watching the sun rise over a frosty meadow

The smell of the salt air at the coast

An unexpected act of kindness

The beauty of the hardwoods in the fall, especially the maples in their bright reds and yellows

A kid wearing a hoodie, with little mouse ears on top.

Big Bob wearing a hoody and baggy pants about mid but
And a hat on sideways with some bling around his neck

Or Martian slippers. One of my grandkids.

The slight smell of skunk on a cool/damp fall morning screams fall to me.


yup

You beat me to it !!

I thought of Hoppe's also, along with the smell of gunpowdah. My list was already long enough.

They smell of goldenrod nectar drying in a hive in September, and the heft of a full super of capped honey.

The sound of upland birds flushing (specifically Sharptails)
The smell of sage on a crisp morning
The smell of an old dog's head
The smell of boiling traps
The feel of freshly made flannel sheets in winter as you get in bed.
Seeing eyes reflecting in your headlamp where you have a set.
The sound of a heavy rain on a metal roof.
Puppy breath.
A vibrant sunrise on a crisp morning.
Jumping in a cold high alpine lake in summer after a brutal hike to get there.
The feel of an upland bird in hand after your dog retrieves it.
Watching a sunrise over your decoy spread.