Sometimes it Just Rains
Sometimes it Just Rains
One last check on the weather before heading out the door told the same story as the night before. Rain was to taper off by 5 am, so out the door I went, into a misting December rain. I loaded my bow and a few remaining pieces of gear into the truck and began the two-hour drive to an 80-acre tract of woods in middle Georgia.
Two hours is a lot of time to think and reflect on the season. I hadâŠ
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