Well, today was Thanksgiving. We got pounded with a nasty snowstorm that dumped all sorts of snow on our region. Since I was still worn out from the trip out west and the mountain of work I came back to I didn’t get out of bed. Although the day was horrible I regretted it because of all of the memories I have from Thanksgiving hunts of the past. Here’s a picture from a past Thanksgiving hunt. I’ll live through this until I head back into the woods next year for the annual Thanksgiving hunt if I’m fortunate enough to do so.
Dad and Rob Miner with the Blizzard Buck on Thanksgiving Day many years ago.