Winter has arrived. The wind is blowing. Temperature is dropping into the single digits. I have been wearing my longhandles. If you do not know what they are, then you have not spent a winter in the southern states.
For me, winter has arrived at the same time that work has returned to my life. The past few days have been spent in meetings, and classes start on Monday. Of course, that means I have to leave the comfort of home and brave the elements to disperse ignorance.
It also means that I expect to run into Hatchet Jack.
Unfortunately, Jeremiah Johnson has already been by and taken the Hawken rifle.
Thinking about the fate of Hatchet Jack makes the cold less inviting than normal. However, there are those who thrive in such conditions.
This guy is a good example.
Then, there is this dude.
Of course, this one has to be included.
Oh yeah, this guy should never be forgotten.
People in Middle Tennessee know this bird.
This creature is hard to find, but there is no doubt that cold weather is his thing.
As you brave the bitter cold, remember that not everyone hates it as much as Hatchet Jack. Some crazy people out there actually like it.
It’s hovering around zero in these here parts, pardner. I think Garry may have taken the Hawken. He’s been lurking, waiting for the opportunity to grab it.
I hope he gets some good pelts with it.
As long as the pelt isn’t mine.
Thank you for the Sunday morning smile your post brought me!
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