Sunday, I crawled into my blind at about 6:15 a.m. It was pitch dark and freezing cold.
The day was slow and I hadn't seen a thing all morning. My dad called at noon, worried because I hadn't been to their house yet and it was hovering at about 25 degrees. I decided to take a short lunch break.
When I came back at 1 p.m., it was not quite as cold, but the wind had picked up and the opening in my blind felt like a wind tunnel. At 4:30, it started getting dark. It was almost to the point of being too dark to take pictures. At 5 p.m., I decided to call it a day. I called my mom to bring the car around and as soon as I hung up my cell phone, I saw a beautiful buck slowing walking out of the woods towards me. It was too late to call her back, so I just snapped away.
