Tuesday, Nov. 21, 2023

 Unfortunately, I'm having issue uploading any photos into my posts. It's beginning to get irritating. I felt confident when I rolled out of bed at 4 this morning. Something in my gut told me today would be the day. It was calm and cold. When I got out of the truck, the thermometer hung steady around 15 degrees. 

  After walking a few miles, it didn't take long to warm up when he sun came up. Although it got up to about 30 degrees, it felt much colder the entire day. The dampness seeped into my bones and wouldn't let go. I was never cold, but I could explain it best if I said it was "raw."

  It was loud and crunchy today, and I fully expected to see a few deer come crunching through the leaves in my direction. A few times I thought about abandoning my sit and going for a walk to look at a few different areas. 

  When all was said and done, I didn't go anywhere. I listened to my gut, and my gut told me to hang tight. Well, today my gut was incorrect with the thoughts it brought into my head. Tomorrow will be another day, though, and maybe things will turn the corner. 

  Brian passed a small six-pointer today. It walked within a few feet of him and never acknowledged his presence. There seems to be a lot of traffic throughout the woods. It's impossible to escape from anyone, and there doesn't appear to be any end in sight. The last few years, I've noticed an upward trend in people in the big woods, and this year has put the icing on the cake. 

  Dad hunted for a little bit today. I'm glad he's been able to get out for a few hours here and there. I think it's doing him well. My mom isn't in quite as much pain right now and is fighting with all her might to turn the corner after her unexpected surgery a few weeks ago. 



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