Harvest journal: 3 down, 5 to go
The snow came last night, just in time for opening day.
A brief period of sun and blue sky. Those are snow clouds on the horizon.
Michael got a nickel and a kiss for harvesting the first deer, a big doe, at about 8:30 am. She was still lactating, which is unusual for this time of year. Brother Johnny shot two young bucks at about 2:30 pm. I saw 3 does at about 10:30 am, but they were faster than I was.
My only successful shot: photographing my stand companion
The wind in the trees reminded me of the rhythm and crash of waves on a sandy strand, a gathering roar followed by a sustained hiss. It took a good dinner (thanks Irene!) and a hot shower to begin to thaw my toes. Even so, I look forward to sitting in the woods again tomorrow, doing my best to substitute for a wolf.