The crispness of the air filled his lungs and made his nose tingle a little. He could hear the noise of the dogs nearby, straining to get to work. He loved these days. Gazing at the distant hills as the last of the mist drew back the morning blanket, he felt himself straighten, stretching every muscle, and standing a little taller. One final adjustment of the garter on his shooting socks, and he was off, striding through the long grass.