Today was the opening day of muzzleloader season in the Northern Zone of New York. Last night was brutal. Brian was undecided about going up north, so we didn’t leave home until 10:30 p.m. By the time we got settled, it was close to 1:15 a.m, and dad rolled in around midnight. It’s never good to tackle a challenge when you’re unprepared. I should know better.
Saturday morning met us with a cold snap. It was 29 degrees when I headed into the woods at 5:15. Since there are so many leaves on the trees, I didn’t push myself on the walk in. A few hours later, I planted myself under a tree and enjoyed the sun coming up.
It was way too thick to see much, so I decided to put on some miles. I didn’t see a deer or much sign. Hopefully, the leaves come down this week. I’m undecided about what I want to do for vacation. I’ve considered going to Missouri, but something is eating at me to go back to the Adirondacks like the old days. I’ll have to decide this week. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. It’s supposed to warm up. I’m going to look at some other areas.