It's a Socialist tradition. Nobody works the first Monday in September, here. It's as boorish as wearing white trousers in autumn in Rhode Island.

Grouse season, at least where I can comfortably swing a shotgun, this year, is September 7, 2024 to January 15, 2025. The water pipes freeze around mid-October, so I've only got a couple of weekends to attempt to pester them before I have to close the camp and haul myself back to civilization. No going there afterwards unless I'm feeling unnaturally masochistic.