Tuesday, November 14.  It was just after 9:00 a.m.  A snow flurry kicked up into a squall, and made its way into the woods.  The sky was a blanket of grey wool, and it was a great time to be sitting in the stand.  It was an awful time to be cold.  I was texting with a buddy about frozen toes, and getting ready to pack it up, climb down, and check the trail cam, when I peered over my right shoulder.  It was an effortless, instinctual movement.  I don’t know what prompted it.  I don’t think I even
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