By Glen Wunderlich
With power off and the generator running at 5:30 am, I marched through the 6-inch deep snow to a hunting blind overlooking some low ground. After climbing in, I soon discovered that the slide-up windows wouldn’t unlatch. Frozen shut.

Snow glistens from morning sun
Finally, I got one side to cooperate, but not after alerting any game within a half mile of my presence. The other three windows wouldn’t budge. It didn’t take me long to realize I had to find another location to hunt the first snow of the season.
At least my early morning arrival has given me an opportunity to get set somewhere – anywhere else. But, my plan to ambush deer along routes to their bedding area was blown up. Being afield this day would be good enough.
My alternate blind would overlook a brassica food plot of some two acres. It’s never been much of a morning spot; rather, it is a prime destination field. 
At first light, two antlerless deer began feeding on turnip greens and rape.
Nothing else materialized and I left the heated blind way too early, but I still have some plowing to attend to. The afternoon shift should be interesting.