“You aren’t going to believe this thing Brian stayed up all night building,” says David.
“Well what is it?” I reply.
“You’re going to have to wait until we get to the hunting spot. See you there in a half hour!”
I jump in the van (as a quad in an electric wheelchair, “jumping in the van” takes about five to 10 minutes, unless it is pouring rain outside, and then it takes about 15). The van already contains my mound of hunting paraphernalia — clothes, gun, bullets, rangefinder, mitts, block-heater, thermos, snacks etc. It takes about 20 minutes to drive to our hunting place, where I find a nice spot to park and watch the scenery. I sit back to patiently wait for my hunting partners to arrive, wondering what the heck they’ve come up with this time.
It’s early November, leaves have fallen, and the grass has turned brown. Soon everything will be covered with snow. The smell of fermenting vegetation permeates the air. I love this time of year!
About a half an hour later a pickup crests the hill on the old dirt path that follows along the trees, leading to where I am located. I see a couple of guys in the front seat — more like two huge grins — no doubt, my hunting partners.
Behind the pickup is what looks sort of like a tent trailer, but it appears to have been modified. Knowing these guys, I suspect that the trailer is very highly modified! I am not to be disappointed.
“You are going to love this, buddy,” says David. “You know how you are always cold when we are out hunting? This is going to fix that!”