Hitting a trifecta in the deep cold of early November
The old muzzleloader has been put back into the gun cabinet. Unfired for another year.
There is a wave of sadness that I couldn’t bring a deer home this year. But on the bright side there is this: We are sitting in our makeshift shore blind fabricated from driftwood caused by an early November Nor’easter, and we’re huddled behind the twisted branches with cattails and johnson grass woven in between the homemade front.