In swift response to last week’s keening - the cold came back, and biting, too, so I’ve about-faced into revelry for this rarest of birds; the second chance. We got a fresh foot of snow and temps below zero, which isn’t enough to freeze the Cathance river and resurrect smelt camp, but it has halted the sap run and seized up the mud I’d been wallowing in…
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