This morning was awfully quiet again . . . I thought that with the sun burning off the morning fog, a tom or two was bound to say something.
Nope. Looks like things have rapidly ground to a halt in my neck of the woods.
The morning wasn't all a bore though--it never is, is it? A doe scented my back-trail and pounded up the ridge I was sitting on. She stopped 15 yards away panting, mouth open, chest heaving, steam clouds of breath drifting through the cool morning air. She was VERY jumpy, but never knew I was there (well, never knew I was RIGHT there).