Sometime in the past harsh weather would never stop me from hunting. Blizzards, blowing snow, gale force winds, "who cares?" and I'd be out hunting. Things have changed. One factor of course is the plentitude of leisure time now. There's always tomorrow, which was not true in the past.
Today's 20+ m.p.h. wind with gusts to 39, and I decided "there's always tomorrow". In a recent conversation with my long time golfing partner we were reminiscing about sitting in the clubhouse waiting for the frost to melt from the greens. We were compulsive golfers and, I was a compulsive hunter. But, no more, staying cozy in the house with a good book is just fine.
Takk for alt,
Al
This random picture is for MW whose late husband lived in Baguio as a child. Picture from 1962.
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