We're looking cold

Tents are abandoned. Jon and I are in our trucks, Dan went to town for a room. 32* with 25mph sustained, gusts to 48 at the campground.
Despite that I scored today. Shot one in the guts and while tracking it I shot this one in the neck. I tracked the gutshot one into a thick palmedo and privet thicket. He was 8 feet from me grunting and clicking his teeth at me and i couldn't see him. I was ready with the pistol but I couldn't see even a speck of him. He kept pushing in and I didn't push my luck.
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