I don't wear a jacket when hunting, beside the zip-up hoodie in hunter orange. Beneath that, I layer. Sometimes it has been so cold that I've had six layers on top and three on bottom. Jackets don't make sense. I traverse mountains, then sit there for hours. It can be 60 or -20 degrees, and sometimes those two extremes are a day apart.


I belong on eroding granite, among the pines.