Hey there. I have this Monday off and am spending an exhilarating morning hunting in Northwestern Pennsylvania. I hope to tag some biggies. When hunting, I refuse to wear the traditional fluorescent orange and camouflage. I prefer yoga pants, an oversized sweatshirt, and my lucky pair of reindeer cabin socks when I scope out the scene. By the way, I’d rather “dress” like Lady Godiva than sport a camo outfit, even if it’s one bedazzled with sparkles. Continue reading “Hunting for Deals not Deer”
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