The damn wind blew all frikken afternoon and they are calling for more today. Just not that enthused about the windchill, that or content with being a puzzy.
We will have to make a giant bowl of tag soup!
(did the rancher think you were crazy? I mentioned to my dad yesterday after chores that maybe I would go hunting/hiking and he gave me the, don't be an idiot look...)
Gonna do a quick drive by in a few minutes on the way to the farm. Maybe a big, retarded whitetail will present himself...yeah right.
Last edited by SamOlson; 11/30/14.
