Went to check out an off-trail pond - managed to get to the edge at one point but no fishing opportunity with all of the brush around. Tried to get around to a seemingly open area on the other side but was thwarted by brambles. Tore up by thorns, we made a grand effort and came away rewarded by the exercise if not a final payoff of a waterside clearing.
…38 degrees out.
On the drive back it starts snowing, the sun comes out and we find a couple of ticks. Strange days, friends.
…and
My bushwacking buddy’s wife gave me a gift.
…I love these things
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