Bring in the Brass Monkey?
This is not the first time this season we've dipped south of Zero degrees, but it's the most prolonged bout of arctic air.
Didn't see the teens yesterday, with wind chills around -25. Zero at bedtime last night, and all the way up to 11 right now.
Hoping to do some coyote calling, and have a late goose season starting Feb. 1. I always have something I like to shoot at targets, but this wind chill is just brutal.
An Open Letter to Winter:
I've really enjoyed the short time we've spent together, however, I'm sad to say it just isn't working out between us.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
Wishing you the best,
Think me not unkind and rude,
That I walk alone through grove and glen.
I go to seek the God of the wood,
And fetch His word to men.