Last Friday Todd and I busted our 
getting out to a known travel path for the birds. The snow was so deep, when we hunkered down only our heads were showing above the snow. We sat for quite a while with new snow arriving by the minute. Finally we spotted our first bird!
A hen was about 60 yards to the south of us…. AS SHE FLEW BACK UP TO ROOST at 7:30AM ish. She sat in that tree for a while then flew further back into the woods. At that point we decided to pull the pin and go have breakfast.
Of course we had to scoop out my truck first. Guess who took out his grain shovel last week to make room for his hunting stuff? Well, an old folding chair will work in a pinch.
