On occasion, the guys will run their dogs across the valley behind the house. Fun to hear them bawling and the echoes. Used to be worth getting coins. One pelt was about the same as a part time job as a teen.
Had the daughter behind the gun last night. It had been a year or two since she wanted to go. Good times.
Momma Nature shouldn’t be allowing us to still be coon hunting on December 29th in central Wisconsin. But it was in the 40s today and still no snow on the ground...