By Chad Love

It's late February and I hear the click of my seasonal odometer rolling over once again. It's time to back the truck into the driveway, grab the shop-vac and start clearing away the accumulated detritus of the past hunting season. No more birds, no more deer and no more ducks until I start hearing the whispered promise of fall on the late August wind. Time to sweep out the dog box and replace shotgun shells and game bags with bumpers and launchers. Hunting season's over, but training season isn't and there's much to do before next year's first bird is brought to hand.