Cold, crisp, frosty, high pressure morning in November. I don't know if I'll see a thing today, but i daydream about these kind of mornings in the woods often. I imagine the sound of frosty leaves crunching like corn flakes under the weight of a big bucks hooves. It's that daydream that draws me back to the woods time and time again. And has one more time today. Good luck to everyone out there. Be careful and keep us posted.