Revisited an old favorite spot today. Round here, it was the first day of “buck deer season”… figured the odds of getting shot wandering a remote creek were highly probable, so I went to a location that I figured to be safe(r) and set to work. Kinda surprised to find some ice on the creek. Once my hands were in for a WHile, I was educated to the fact of how the ice had formed. I’ve been foregoing the rubber gloves as much as possible in favor of dexterity and well…basically procrastination. I know there’ll be plenty of days where going raw pawed won’t be as tolerable.