|Chocolate for bait just a myth|
By Will Maines
BABY, IT’S COLD outside wasn’t just the title of a favorite winter song last Saturday, it was my mantra as the first hours of deer season played out with a thermometer struggling to get out of single digits and a wind that seldom dropped below double digits.
It was six degrees on my truck thermometer when I opened the door to step into the frozen tundra, and after a brisk walk to my stand I wrapped myself from toes to chin in a thick quilt as soon as I sat down in my open air ground blind.My little wood stove and a supply of maple and oak chunks
|Tuesday, November 26, 2013 11:49 AM|