So I’m checking the weather back home this morning and lo and behold there’s snow in the forecast.
Ok, so it’s only in a tiny little pocket up near Glacier, only above 6500 feet, only 1 to 3 inches possible and it will be gone in a heartbeat.
There’s something about that first hint of snow in the forecast that makes one think fall really is coming and lots of good stuff is right around the corner. Big browns, bowhunting and birds to name a few. A friend’s even tagged his first antelope bowhunting.
There’s still lots of fishing to be done and given a choice I’d probably be on the Missouri the next few days. Craig’s forecast looks nifty….
Hell, the weather’s even forecast to cool here in hell / Austin / central Texas.
(As of yesterday we’ve had a record 75 days above 100 in Austin bestowing the quite dubious honor of breaking the all time record for summer heat. The Fat Guys may love that kind of weather over in Tucson, but generally we think it sucks. We picked a hell of weather year to spend down here in exile.)
Had to run a couple of errands on Saturday and started my truck and found this reading on the temperature gauge. Thankfully it cooled down to 115 after driving around a bit. Frickin’ inhuman. I’ll take snow in late August and long, cold winters any day.
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