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. The regular cicada, the jar fly, shows up every year right around Independence Day to remind me what time of year it is.

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I have no idea where the jar fly name came from.

We hunters tend to slip into a strange form of summer hibernation this time of year. We gripe about the hot weather and try to find diversions because we mostly can't hunt for a few months. Many of us dabble in fishing, which I maintain is just hunting for fish. There is, however a lot going on this time of year in the great wide world that concerns hunters, and I think we tend to forget this.

So, as always, your sometimes humble outdoor scribe is here to remind you of what is going on while you are sitting in the shade with a dribble of sweat running down your back, hoping someone will get you another refill on your sweet tea.

The big news for the deer hunter this time of year is the bucks being in the middle of the horn-growing cycle. OK, I know they are called antlers, all right? But I just can't resist calling what the male members of the deer family (as well as the female caribou) grow on their head every year horns. Other than disputing that last week someone saw a mountain lion on Main Street, USA, nothing seems to draw as much fury as calling a deer's antlers horns. It's just one of my many vices I hope you can put up with.

Antler growth is one of the wonders of the natural world. Most deer drop their antlers in late winter, and the regrowth process begins right away. From an attachment point on the skull, called a pedicle, a blood supply is established and a fuzzy vascular skin called velvet supplies oxygen and nutrients to the growing antler. Antlers in velvet are possibly the fastest-growing tissue known to man and may grow as much half an inch per day.

Antlers in this velvet stage are soft and easily damaged, which is one reason you may see bucks with broken and oddly shaped racks later in the season. By late summer, when the antler reaches it full size, the blood supply stops and antlers harden into bone. The velvet dries up and is shed when the bucks rub their antlers on trees and brush as they prepare for the festivities of the mating season known as the rut.

The rut, as you recall, is when all of the male deer and most of the male deer hunters go crazy for a few weeks.

Turkey hunters spend a lot of time during the summer months worrying and theorizing about what kind of hatch the wild turkeys had this year.

Did we have too much rain? Well, maybe. It seems like it has only been raining for the past year.

Did we have too much rain and cold about the time most of the turkeys were hatching? Again, maybe, but I am not sure. I have only been watching this phenomenon for about 45 years, and often what happens is we turkey hunters wail and gnash our teeth because no one is seeing any poults (little turkeys) about now. Then usually in early September or so, people start seeing hens with broods of young turkeys, and everybody settles down for a while.

While on this subject, I think of what my longtime turkey hunting buddy always says: "I don't know why we worry about this so much; we are going to be turkey hunting anyway when season comes in, whether there is a lot of turkeys or not." Jeremiah Johnson would say, "Sound wisdom."

I wish I could say that this is all us hunters ponder this time of year, but alas, it is not.

I haven't even touched on the mast outlook in the woods for this year. Mast is the natural food that is produced in the woodlands every year for all of the wild critters to live on through the fall and winter. Oak, hickory, walnuts, beech and wild cherry make up most of the forage in this neck of the woods, but dogwood, grapes, ash and thorn apple can be important. Late frost while the oaks are in bloom can be devastating and make for a hard winter for all the forest animals that depend on them. I think we are OK in this area on this point; maybe some of you will let me know about how things are going in your region.

Well, again, sorry I didn't have anything to write about this week. Maybe I can do better next time.

Let me know how many bucks in velvet and turkey broods you see out there, or if there are any mountain lions shopping on Main Street.

"The Trail Less Traveled" is written by Larry Case, who lives in Fayette County, W.Va. You can write to him at