I could see where a non-hunter might think we hunters are a smidge crazy.  We have all the modern conveniences of today’s society – furnaces for heat, well-insulated houses in order to keep the warmth in, down comforters – and yet we still want to venture out in the sub-freezing temperatures to chase after four-legged furry critters.  It does seem a tad nuts.

But that is exactly what I want to do in the morning.

Currently we have a Winter Weather Advisory happening in our area.  There is a chance of 2 to 5 inches of snow by 5pm this evening, and for some strange reason it is making me want to hunt like a crazy person.  I could be inside, snuggled under a down comforter, hanging out with Abby and my wife, enjoying the warmth of the house.  Instead, though, I have this burning desire to purposely freeze my buns off in a treestand.

Can you say cuckoo?

I think it has something to do with that buck I saw a few weeks back.  Did I mention he was HUGE?  I’m talking Monster Bucks XI – or whatever number they’re on – HUGE!  I think that is where most of the drive is coming from.

And while I know that the odds of seeing him for a third time this season are slim to none, how will I ever know unless I try?  Plus, with this cold snap, and all this snow on the ground, I have a hunch that the deer are going to be moving like crazy the next few days.

I haven’t quite decided yet.  I might wait until tomorrow night and hunt when it’s a little warmer or I may hunt in the morning and afternoon for awhile.  But I have this strong desire to bundle up, stuff the toe warmers in my boots, the hand warmers in my pockets, and take the bow out in the morning.

I might not see that buck, but I do still have a left-over anterlerless tag as well.

Yep.  I’m a touch crazy.

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