Oh boy!  It’s definitely late Fall now. On my drive to bow hunting camp this past week the low lying areas, ditches, and swales held wisps of snow.   And the rain-like precipitation hitting my windshield splattered in miniature crystal explosions on the glass as quickly as the wipers could sweep them away. I unlocked the camp door with a bundle of kindling in one arm and made quick work of a fire even before shutting the cabin door.  There’s just no messing around this t...
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