"The spirit is willing but the........"

     Let me guess where your mind went with the title of this blog "The spirit is willing but the flesh weak." Nope, that is NOT where this is going.  After the funeral yesterday Lisa and I drove to The Little House On The Prairie. There's not a lot of snow here but it's come over several different
times. Between the snows the weather has warmed to the melting point, putting a crust on the snow which lies just below the most recent fall. Consequently, every step requires pressing through the crust, and, though the snow's not deep, it makes walking challenging.
    Lisa and I plunged into the first field full of vim, vigor and vitality. Though we admired the beautiful stand of big bluestem grass, the growth of the cedars in the tree rows and the weedy food plot, we were happy to return to the truck with our pheasant. Revived by a short drive to another field we were seduced by the benign appearance of the pretty snow lying next to the cattails. After busting toward the middle of the field I was forced to admit "The spirit is willing but the legs are weak."  Big learning; don't judge the difficulty of a walk from the confines of a truck.
   What was our reward? Beautiful winter scenery on a snow covered frosty morning, good exercise, the view of multiple birds making their escape, several deer including a spike buck, one bird in the bag, time together and hearty appetites.

Takk for alt,

Al

At Mary's funeral: Sam Hatlestad, Al, Kent Stillson & Don Gaarder.

With Trygve,