Wow...it's REALLY ugly out here. We're in fairly good shape where we live, except for the wind (gusts at 45-50 mph), the heat (85-95 degrees) and, yesterday, smoke that was thicker than our beach fog. Fortunately, the wind direction has shifted a bit and cleared the worst of the smoke away from where we are, but we still smell it and a little ash is still falling.
And can we go out to train? Not a chance. Hell, I wouldn't breathe that stuff and I sure wouldn't work Sadie in it.
We also missed our waterfowl opening, but the report from our pond was that the ducks were smart enough to go somewhere out of the smoke...apparently we didn't miss a thing.
The good news for us personally is that we're outta here later this week for a few days of clear mountain air in the Sierras, and in 2 weeks we leave for a week or so of some Montana waterfowl, pheasants, Huns and grouse.
Hold a good thought and say a little prayer for those people out here who have lost so much...and for those who have been injured and for the family of the one who was killed. It ain't pretty out there, folks...but it has to get better soon.