Doug settled against the tree trunk and looked from side to side. He loved this time of year. Few things compared to sitting in his tree stand and watching the snow-covered woods around him.
Though he wore the bright orange vest common that time of year, he didn’t have a rifle. All he carried was a knife and a lunch box.
He knew his friends would harass him to no end if they knew he didn’t actually hunt, but he didn’t care. He had yet to find a better place or way to relax and enjoy the world around him.