As I write this, it is 4:40 A.M., and I am preparing to take my son and son-in-law deer hunting in Craig County, Virginia. Today is the last day of the late muzzleloader season. After killing a deer on Monday, I am satisfied with the amount of venison in Elaine's and my freezer, so I won't be carrying a gun.
The temperature, according to www.weather.com, will be around 10 degrees in the mountains of Craig this morning, and I am not looking forward to venturing out in the frigid air. Though we will be dressing as warmly as possible, I wonder how long we will last out in the elements before the car heater beckons. Making things worse is the fact that the wind is howling.
I started deer hunting on Labor Day Saturday, participating in Roanoke County's first urban archery season. I was aloft in a tree stand about 30 minutes before sunrise, and the temperature was about 65 degrees. By the time I descended, the temp was around 80 degrees, and the mosquitoes had begun to eye my skin with increasing aggressiveness. No need to worry about them today.
I am looking forward to going squirrel hunting on Saturdays in January. One of the great joys in the sporting life is pursuing wintertime silvertails behind our Botetourt County home. On a warm, say 40 degrees, Saturday afternoon, I like to sit under an oak tree, reading a book and periodically scanning the area for movement. If I don't bring home any bushytails, no big deal.