Paducah, TX

It’s cold here. Leaving Kansas I drove south for a long time trying to get warm and apparently I failed. There are parts of Texas that stay relatively warm, even in December, but Paducah isn’t one. I imagine I could head down towards Galveston and find a mere tolerable chill, but I won’t.

I’m staying in Matador Wildlife Management Area, and I’m not supposed to be. At the self-check-in station there was a sign stating that the campsites were for quail hunters only, but I have chosen to disregard that sign. I figure there is every chance that tomorrow I may be unable to swerve in time and may accidentally run over a quail. While that’s not exactly “hunting”, the result would be the same… a dead quail. That would be the important thing, right? I would have rid the world of one more dangerous critter deserving of death. And, like hunters, I would have done it with a whole lot of modern technology against a decidedly un-modern foe.