Case: With nothing else to do, hibernating hunters can fret or go fishing

A deer jumps from the water at Chickamauga Lake in August 2016. With hunting season months away, during the summer hunters can only worry about what the fall and winter will bring, writes outdoors columnist Larry Case. At the same time, male deer are busy letting a new set of antlers grow.

Sorry, but I didn't have anything to write about this week.

I did hear the first jar fly the other day. I usually hear one right around the Fourth of July, and somehow it signals to me that summer is on the downside in my mind when really it has just started on the calendar.

What is a jar fly? Most of you probably know it as a cicada. Some call it a locust. It's in the same family as the big noisy insects that show up in a particular location every 17 years in hordes, and everybody goes crazy for a few weeks and wonders where all these bugs came from.

The cicadas pile up for several days, the bass and the catfish and the turkeys eat a lot of them, and then the bugs disappear for another 17 years and everybody in that area forgets about them again.