that after the first of the year, when your horse is fit; when you finally have a clue as to what is going on; when you can sleep the night before a hunt because you aren’t so nervous; when your every waking hour is spent thinking about the next hunt; when you count the days until it’s Sunday again…
that the weather turns rotten and the hunt is canceled! When they say that February is the cruelest month, I now know why. Sigh.
We had 6" of snow on Thursday night/Friday morning, some did melt today. But plenty is still there, and it should freeze again tonight. The Master canceled due to bad footing, which makes sense.
But I’m not going hunting tomorrow! WHHAAAAAAA! My neighbor is having a scrapbooking party, so I’ll head over there to work on my hunt journal/scrapbook. At least I can drool over my pictures, and re-read my hunt reports.
If anyone gets to hunt tomorrow, please think of me! And know that I am jealous beyond belief!