When I got up this morning, it was 2 degrees, with a 20 plus mph wind. After my second cup of coffee, I said "what the hell" and bundled up like the Michelin man. When I got to where I park, two does were feeding about 50 yards away, and seemed unconcerned, so again I said "what the hell" and walked right toward them. One hesitated too long, got an arrow, and was down in 20 yards. Shortest and least complicated hunt I have ever had, except that gutting her was no fun in the brutal weather. I would show a picture, but the camera froze up. Once again, my Morningstar, Hill heads and cedar arrow make meat.
I think that they must have been as frigid as I was.
Not much of a story, but meat is in the freezer.
__________