You people kill me.
You'd rather sweat to death than watch brown leaves fall into the creek from a stiff october breeze? Watch the squirrels gather acorns on the ground while sitting in your favorite deer stand? Tell me how a game of golf in 90+ degrees is better than any winter afternoon of shooting migrating doves? You grass sniffers have obviously never smelled the crisp air of the pre-dawn heading into a wood duck swamp when the stars are out and the moon light is just bright enough to show your breath.
In order of greatest to least, I can assure you that summer in South Carolina is last fiddle.
"This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you." John 15:12
"Strive for peace with everyone, and for the holiness without which no one will see the Lord." Hebrews 12:14
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