She felt a lot worse about it than I did...I still had stuff to wear....just not my super duper lucky ones. Course, they haven't done much so far....certainly no complaints for such a wonderful wife that puts up with my obsession and who had been slaving keeping us fueled up with the finest victuals ever to pass yer gums.
Biggie, naps are an essential when up early and out late...besides, nothing but walking is bad for digestion
Sunday 10/7 - Up and at em...breakfast casserole and 66 degree air temps were both good to see this morning. The cooler air pushed us quickly, we actually walked to the truck without breaking a sweat. We got to the woods while it was still dark this morning so we waited until it was light enough to see without flashlights. Checking the wind, it wasn't very favorable to our approach. It would be a roll of the dice, a 1/4ing breeze that swirled. If we went down the road and came in from the bottom, I don't think we could have made it upstream without making a racket like a heard of buffalo. I chose to play the odds with the wind....
We didn't see anything in the crater so we moved down into the bottom...again, the wind 1/4rd and swirled. We saw 2 black forms move off quickly but decided they were turkeys that saw us moving instead of hogs...they made absolutely no sound running off and looked a bit too slender in the early morning light. We set up for 45min/1hr but the swirling wind finally convinced us to pull up and head out downstream by the road to come up from the bottom.
Hoofing it to the downstream location, we were already soaked through...temps had already risen into the high seventies in the short time the sun was up.
We still hunted up stream, convinced we would intercept hogs at some point. As luck would have it, the wind was swirling again...but now in the opposite direction. Oh well....what do you do? Hunt of course
The further we went towards the crater, the more we were convinced again this was the spot to spend the rest of our time hunting.
And we knew not all the pigs were lil sissy pigs too...
Eventually, we made our way to the end...no sights, sounds or smells of pig. Still soaked and wind swirling, we decided to get out of there and let things settle down without our scent continuing to mess things up. Switch gears....back to the house for refueling (mostly water) and wait for the heat to get up/wind to steady.
We'll be back down there in about an hour and stay till good dark. Hopefully, the heat will bring em in....