Thanks for the upvote lol.Yep. My plan was to drive and hunt one spot I like that was't in the path of the storm. But that wasn't possible.
I love your story, I've had a few hunts like that. A cat actually cost me a buck once, not too fond of them now. But there's a local legend about a cat that brought one hunter great fortune. I probably shouldn't tell that one...it convinced me that cats must really have 9 lives.
There are two houses on our long country road with “pet” unfixed females that are turning freakishly large ferals out like the Wonka Factory this year. It’s not a weekday if you don’t see a dead one on your way to drop the kids off at school. I see them at least half of my hunts this year, and I skit-skat them every time. Kills my no-noise policy.
Back on topic, we had an unseasonably cold winter in DE around 2013/14 and I drove over an hour to my hunting spot at 4am to be in a tree by 6 and wouldn’t you know my nose hairs crystallized while I stood in the parking lot checking the map? Got RIGHT back in the truck, went to the ChesDel diner (9/10 recommend during hunting season) and crushed hot coffee until 8:30 when I walked back outside, felt my eye liquids freezing, and finally said £**k it and drove another hour home.
Cold like that don’t like to be messed with.