OUTDOORS

OUTDOORS from page 28 I am maybe six-miles from my truck and the northeast wind is now a headwind and getting stronger, sometimes my hands go numb, often I get blown into the weeds. My trophy is double hooked on my trusty stringer, I pick it up to look at it and my stringer has broken. I can honestly say, I seldom get mad, and I didn’t, but I was bummed. I guess I am a zero. Just like