Just getting ready to start cutting it up. I have the workmate handy, just in case I need to have a place to put my coffee cup.

I have finally reached equilibrium on my gear.
I have discovered that no matter how much money I spend on camo clothes, none of them are warm enough. I’ve bought some pretty spendy stuff but it’s all more or less the same, and I’m damned if I’m gonna spend $400 on a jacket I wear fifteen days a year.

So here’s the routine:
Layer 0
Underwear, teeshirt (long sleeve).Knee length purple socks (trust me on this)
Layer 1
Longhandled underwear (I prefer silk, seems to work best). Sweatshirt. Long cotton socks, underwear tucked in socks
Layer 2
Tight fitting jeans. Longsleeve oxford shirt. Long cotton socks, jeans tucked in socks
Layer 3
Camo pants (or loose fitting jeans). Day-Glo orange hoodie

Sorel boots. Carhartt coat.

I have gloves like these and a dayglo balaclava that round out the ensemble, and I carry a Jon-E warmer.

This allows me to sit perfectly quietly in the most miserable damned cold. I was like this friday, and if I have on three pairs of socks I’ve found that I only have to keep my fingertips warm to stay warm, and I was doing fine. I saw a couple of deer wander out of the treeline and RUN through the crunchy crusted snow to get to the end of the field directly in front of me, and I took off my gloves. I held the cold rifle in my now-naked hands, and rested it on the rail in front of me. I started to get cold toes, and I immediately had to pee.

But the deer was there, in front of me. SO I sighted, and waited.

I learned that I hate chasing after wounded animals, and you can shoot the heart clean out of an animal and it will run a half a mile, I witnessed this with my own eyes a handful of times. So i tend to try to shoot the spine out. No animal will move with his nervous system unplugged. I sight in on the spot above the sholder and drop him. He’s gone by the time I climb out of the stand, and I start breathing again. I apologize to him for not making it more instantaneous, and for the suffering he had, and glad that it’s over, I start dragging him back to where I can get him with the truck.

And now I have to put him in the freezer.

Here’s a pic.

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