Come on you guys up North. Send some of that cold South.

Hunted Saturday morning in 78 degrees and high humidity. Deer didn't even bother getting off their beds. Saturday evening - on my standat 3 p.m. in 81 degrees.Saw one very small yearlingdoe that looked lost - someone must have got her momma. On stand again at oh-dark-hundred this morning in a short sleevecamoT-shirt. When the dawn came the fog was so thick I couldn't see20 yards. Gave up after two hours and went back to camp and cooked myself a big breakfast.

Our rut usually kicks in the week before Christmas, but I'm not even seeing any scrapes yet. NEED SOME COLD AIR!