I am starting to feel like I have lost a month somewhere along the way. It seems like the weather skipped over most of November and plunged past December into feeling like January. It is downright cold outside.
I have really decided that I dislike the cold temperatures these last few years. I long for a few days of normal high temperatures somewhere in the upper 30s but I guess that I can keep wishing according to the last weather forecast that I saw. The woods are barren looking and the deer have grouped up into what I call winter herds. I am used to this, but not in early December. I usually see it late in the month or in January, but not this year. It started early, and I don’t care for it.
I was sitting in one of my deer stands overlooking a nice area in the hopes of shooting a nice big buck early on a recent morning. The wind was cold and of course it found a crease in my clothing so that I could feel the ice cold air rushing down the back of my neck. It makes for a long day when that happens and if you cannot get warm, you are cold the entire day.
The sun did begin to break through the clouds on this particular morning and as it began to rise I saw movement. I quickly focused on it but the moisture from my breath had began to freeze on my eyelids. I slowly wiped away the moisture and blinked my vision back into focus to see two doe walking along a trail. The wind was in my favor so I relaxed and watched in the hopes that a buck was trailing them. The mature doe stopped and began smelling the air and looking around. She could just sense that something was off.