<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Hunting on Sunday Evening Review</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/categories/hunting/</link><description>Recent content in Hunting on Sunday Evening Review</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2026 06:00:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sundayeveningreview.com/categories/hunting/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>October Stand</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/bow-season-after-sixty/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2026 06:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/bow-season-after-sixty/</guid><description>&lt;p>The alarm is set for four-thirty but I&amp;rsquo;m awake by four. This is a change that happened somewhere around sixty and hasn&amp;rsquo;t reversed itself. My body has decided that the hour before I need to be up is the right time to be completely alert, and it doesn&amp;rsquo;t consult me about this.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I lie there a few minutes, taking inventory in the dark. Then I&amp;rsquo;m up, moving quiet through the kitchen, letting the coffee make its noise while I dress in the corner of the mudroom. There&amp;rsquo;s a sequence to getting dressed for October mornings in Michigan that I&amp;rsquo;ve been refining for nearly fifty years. Not ritual. That word gets attached to outdoor experiences the way bunting gets attached to a stage, making something ordinary look more significant than it is. Just the right order: Merino base layer because synthetics hold scent even after washing; fleece over that; shell on top if the forecast says wind. The shell stays in the barn between hunts, away from cooking smells and everything else that doesn&amp;rsquo;t belong in a deer stand.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>