This is the text of Leopold's essay "Smoky Gold" paired with beautiful images. This presentation can be used as a backdrop to help illustrate public readings of the essay.

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3. Smoky Gold

4. There are two kinds of hunting: ordinary hunting,

5. and ruffed-grouse hunting. There are two places to hunt grouse:
ordinary places, and Adams County.

6. There are two times to hunt in Adams: ordinary times, and when the
tamaracks are smoky gold.

7. This is written for those luckless ones who have never stood, gun empty
& mouth agape, to watch the golden needles come sifting down, while the
feathery rocket that knocked them off sails unscathed into the jack pines.

8. The tamaracks change from green to yellow when the first frosts have
brought woodcock, fox sparrows, and juncos out of the north. Troops
of robins are stripping the last white berries from the dogwood thickets,
leaving the empty stems as a pink haze against the hill.

9. The creek side alders have shed their leaves, exposing here & there an
eyeful of holly. Brambles are aglow, lighting your footsteps grouseward.

10. The dog knows what is grouseward better than you do: You will do
well to follow him closely, reading from the cock of his ears the story the
breeze is telling.

11. When at last he stops stock-still, and says with a sideward glance,
'Well, get ready’: the question is, ready for what? A twittering
woodcock, or the rising roar of a grouse, or perhaps only a rabbit?

12. In this moment of uncertainty is condensed much of
the virtue of grouse hunting. He who must know
what to get ready for should go and hunt pheasants

13. Hunts differ in flavor, but the
reasons are subtle.

14. The sweetest hunts are stolen. To steal a hunt, either go far into the
wilderness where no one has been, or else find some undiscovered place
under everybody's nose

15. . Few hunters know that grouse exist in Adams County, for when they
drive through it, they see only a waste of jackpines and scrub oaks.

16. This is because the highway intersects a series of west-running creeks,
each of which heads in a swamp, but drops to the river through dry sand-
barrens.

17. Naturally the northbound highway intersects these swampless barrens,
but just above the highway, and behind the screen of dry scrub, every
creeklet expands into a broad ribbon of swamp, a sure haven for grouse.

18. Here, come October, I sit in the solitude of my tamaracks & hear the
hunters' cars roaring up the highway,

19. hell-bent for the crowded counties
to the north. I chuckle as I picture
their dancing speedometers, their
strained faces, their eager eyes
glued on the northward horizon.

20. At the noise of their passing, a cock grouse drums
his defiance. My dog grins as we note his direction.
That fellow, we agree, needs some exercise; we shall
look him up presently.

21. The tamaracks grow not only in the swamp, but at the foot of the bordering
upland, where springs break -forth. Each spring has become choked with
moss, which forms a boggy terrace.

22. I call these terraces the hanging gardens, for out of their sodden muck the
fringed gentians have lifted blue jewels.

23. Such an October gentian, dusted with tamarack gold, is worth a full stop
and a long look, even when the dog signals grouse ahead.

24. Between each hanging garden and the creek side is a moss-paved
deer trail, handy for the hunter to follow, and for the flushed grouse to
cross-in a split second.

25. The question is whether the
bird and the gun agree on
how a second should be split.

26. If they do not, the next deer that passes finds a pair of
empty shells to sniff at, but no feathers.

27. Higher up the creeklet I encounter an abandoned farm. I try to read, from
the age of the young jack pines marching across an old field, how long
ago the luckless farmer found out that sand plains were meant to grow
solitude, not corn .

28. Jack pines tell tall tales to the unwary, for they put on several whorls of
branches each year, instead of only one. I find a better chronometer in
an elm seedling that now blocks the barn door. Its rings date back to the
drouth of 1930.

29. Since that year no man has carried milk out of this barn. I wonder what
this family thought about when their mortgage finally outgrew their crops,
& thus gave the signal for their eviction.

30. Many thoughts, like flying grouse, leave no trace of their passing, but
some leave clues that outlast the decades.

31. He who, ill some unforgotten April, planted this lilac must have thought
pleasantly of blooms for all the Aprils to come.

32. She who used this washboard, its corrugations worn thin
with many Mondays, may have wished for a cessation of all
Mondays, and soon.

33. Musing on such questions, I become aware of the dog down by the
spring, pointing patiently these many minutes. I walk up, apologizing for
my inattention.

34. Up twitters a woodcock,
bat like, his salmon breast
soaked in October Sun.
Thus goes the hunt.

35. It's hard on such a day
to keep one's mind on
grouse, for there are
many distractions. I
cross a buck track in the
sand, and follow in idle
curiosity. The track
leads straight from one
Jersey tea bush to
another, with nipped
twigs showing why.

36. This reminds me of my own
lunch, but before I get it pulled
out of my game pocket, I see a
circling hawk, high skyward,
needing identification. I wait till
he banks & shows his red tail.

37. I reach again for the lunch, but my eye catches a peeled popple. Here a
buck has rubbed off his itchy velvet. How long ago? The exposed wood is
already brown; I conclude that horns must therefore be clean by now.

38. I reach again for the lunch, but am interrupted by an excited yawp from
the dog, and a crash of bushes in the swamp. Out springs a buck, flag
aloft, horns shining, his coat a sleek blue; Yes, the popple told the truth.

39. This time I get the lunch all the way out and sit down to eat. A chickadee
watches me, and grows confidential about his lunch.
He doesn't say what he ate, perhaps it was cool turgid ant-eggs, or
some other avian equivalent of cold roast grouse.

40. Lunch over, I regard a phalanx of young tamaracks, their golden lances
thrusting skyward. Under each the needles of yesterday fall to earth
building a blanket of smoky gold; at the tip of each the bud of tomorrow,
preformed, poised, awaits another spring.

41. Photo Credits
•Historic photographs: Aldo Leopold Foundation archives
•A Sand County Almanac photographs by Michael Sewell
•David Wisnefske, Sugar River Valley Pheasants Forever, Wisconsin Environmental Education Board, Wisconsin
Environmental Education Foundation, Argyle Land Ethic Academy (ALEA)
•UW Stevens Point Freckmann Herbarium, R. Freckmann, V.Kline, E. Judziewicz, K. Kohout, D. Lee, K Sytma, R.
Kowal, P. Drobot, D. Woodland, A. Meeks, R. Bierman
•Curt Meine, (Aldo Leopold Biographer)
•Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources, Environmental Education for Kids (EEK)
•Hays Cummins, Miami of Ohio University
•Leopold Education Project, Ed Pembleton
•Bird Pictures by Bill Schmoker
•Pheasants Forever, Roger Hill
•Ruffed Grouse Society
•US Fish and Wildlife Service and US Forest Service
•Eric Engbretson
•James Kurz
•Owen Gromme Collection
•John White & Douglas Cooper
•National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA)
•Ohio State University Extension, Buckeye Yard and Garden Online
•New Jersey University, John Muir Society, Artchive.com, and Labor Law Talk