Outdoor adventures: Hunter's guide to coping with an Indian summer
Eighty degrees ... are you kidding me? We have had enough heat for the year, in my opinion, and now that I got whitetails on the brain, the last thing I want is 80 dang degrees.
But sure enough, there was no typo in the forecast, and 80 degrees is what we got.
I knew as soon as I read it that I would be spending the day in the boat and not in a tree. So to the river I went, and what an awesome day of fishing I had.
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