A few years ago, I remember not going out much during the summer. I came to regret it all winter long.
This fall, the same thing seems to be happening again. I don’t much like this feeling. It’s nasty, like I’m wasting my life. That being said, I have a few more nice days until our first real blast of winter hits, and I can’t decide what to do.
On one hand, I can go out to the spot I discussed in my last post. It’s really really risky but I feel like if I do go, it will pay off big. The other alternative is to return to one of my more local spots, but that means cleaning up and walking home in complete darkness, which isn’t really good either.
The third alternative is to wait till the weekend. It’s my last weekend before the popular hunting season starts, and the weather forecast is pretty gloomy and somewhat chilly. This isn’t such a problem because I know I can layer up and be nice and toasty, and I know that the ground is still warmer below the surface, so this might be the best possibility.
Today I’m a bit tired and not really in the mood to frig around on the side of the road. Tomorrow is the last warm day this week, and after that, the risk of exposure at the place I found yesterday increases exponentially.
I’m kind of regretting not having a camo suit made up. I had the money for it this year, and I have my measurements sorted out also, but I just didn’t bother ordering one because I’m still hung up on getting a microfibre one (which, of course, doesn’t come in a camo pattern)…
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