This week in the Antigo, WI metro area we experienced our first frost of the season. It's bittersweet for me. I covered up my garden to try and get a few more tomatoes in the coming days, but I also LOVE hunting on a crispy frost-filled morning. There's something about watching the sunrise in the swamp with the crystalline coating on the rice, cattails, and other plants. The quacks seem to be crisper and the wings whistle a little sharper. Sure, there's the risk of cold hands, but I love having that slight bite on my cheeks.
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