Went down the coast last night. Goose Huntin'
Holy windy coldness. Aside from freezing my patiq off, we did manage to score one goose, and several thousand sighted.
I think if it weren't for the wind, we could have just sat there and picked them off one at a time until we got our fill.
But, dang wind. Ruined our plans. Plans for goose roast, goose soup, BBQ Grilled Goose...shucks.
The crisp fall air is abundant. The tundra is crunchy and dry now. The cranberries are ripe and ready to be picked. Alapaaaaa, I should have worn ski pants.
Instead, I used a sweatshirt and a thin jacket. So dumb. Dean blamed me for wearing a cranberry red jacket, but seriously, I was the SAME color as the tundra! Deep cranberry red.
So I did what any other Eskimo Ninja would do. I weaved my own grass blanket to cover my jacket.