Wow all these traditions makes me think its already gun season in WI. lol. I dont really have much for tradition, get up at 330-4 make my cofee get dressed, load up the truck, fill my thermos, head to the farm, sit and have a good breakfast with my father in law, brother, cousin, and who ever else decides to show up. We reminisce about previous seasons, plan our attack wich usually involves us just sitting in our rifle stands, picking on my little brother and bringing up the year we got him so hammered on Dr.McGillicudy the night before gun season on his B-day..and yet he managed to make it to his stand. Hence his hunting nickname Peppermint Patty...lol..then we all head out to the stands. All meet up around 10 or so, have a bite to eat and head back to the stands for the rest of the day. Listen to everyone in the county complain about not seeing any deer over the walkie talkies. My brother giving the weather forcast on the hour lol...usually ends with a 100% chance of dark.
I can almost feel the almost sub zero temps on my nose, the smell of crisp leaves rotting on the ground, the chill of a light north breeze off the river, ohh yes, its hunting season....