Thursday, Nov. 26, 2020

Although today is Thanksgiving, the traditional Thanksgiving hunt that I’ve participated in since being able to hunt just isn’t the same anymore. Everyone has gotten older, and it doesn’t seem to carry the excitement with it that it used to. Now, it’s just another day in the woods.

  We used to finish our hunt and head to my grandmother’s house to eat dinner with my cousins, aunts and uncles. After my grandmother succumbed to dementia, Thanksgiving lost its luster. 

  Anyhow, I considered staying in this morning when the rain was pounding off the roof of the house. Gradually, Donny and Dad got out of bed, and we all decided to give it a whirl for a few hours. 

  Donny wanted me to bring him someplace new, so we headed into the unknown. As we made our way through the woods, the fog made it all but impossible to see. The only time I had been into this place was back during mid-summer.

  When it got light, it was still difficult to see very far. I found some impressive sign throughout the morning. It’s a place that is difficult to find anywhere to sit. While there are a lot of good areas, there aren’t any areas that make it easy to avoid deer and watch them if they’re just passing through. 

  The rain came down in buckets throughout the morning, and I could feel the water running off the back of my hat, into the crease of my back and settling in the rear-end of my pants. It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling in the world.

  Having to be back for Thanksgiving dinner, I packed it in around noon and headed out of the woods. I was happy with my exploration. I may hunt in that area in the future. I’ll have to see what happens. Here is some of the sign I found today.

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