In 2012 on a cold winter morning, my brother was headed out on a deer hunt with his daughter. As they were walking out the door, he quickly grabbed a fleece throw blanket just in case they needed it. As the sun rose and the coldness of the morning rested on them, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he heard, “Dad, I’m cold.”
The following deer season came, and a blanket went into my backpack. One morning in the deer stand while using my blanket, my target buck started walking toward me. Not thinking, I stood up to draw back and down went the blanket. That hunt ended just like you’d expect.
A few years later while attending a high school football game one, I quickly realized while sitting on metal bleachers I needed my Boggs Blanket with me. My upper body was good, but my lower half could use an extra layer.