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Backwoods Weather Report – Port Loring, Ontario
Sunday, November 9, 2025

Good Morning: Cold one out there this morning, 21°F (–5.9°C), and it feels every bit of it. The humidity’s sitting at 85%, so the cold’s got that damp bite. Barometer’s sitting at 29.19 inHg … low and holding steady, maybe easing up by evening. Wind’s are calm coming in from the east-southeast, which usually keeps the sky gray and the woods still.

Today: Mostly cloudy, with a few light flurries drifting around late morning into the afternoon. Air’s heavy, no real wind to move it. High near 28°F (–2°C).

Tonight: Overcast continues, maybe a dusting of snow or a little freezing mist toward dawn. Temperature dropping near 18°F (–8°C). Roads could get slick in the shaded spots and bush trails will crust over.

Tomorrow (Monday): Cooler but brighter, especially toward midday. Pressure should rise a bit, meaning steadier weather. High near 27°F (–3°C) with a light northwest breeze , good tracking day if we get a touch of snow and it firms up some.

Best Deer Hunting Times:
Right now, deer are moving slow in the cold mornings, bedding down early when the wind’s calm. Your best windows today are around 7:00–9:00 AM and again from about 4:00–5:30 PM, just before dusk. Tomorrow looks better for mid-morning movement once the sky clears and they start browsing again. The thing is… with that east wind and damp air, scent’s hanging low, so watch your approach … they’ll catch you easier today than you’ll catch them.

Nature’s Signs:

I noticed this morning that the chickadees were calling for me to fill the bird feeder at dawn—that soft, steady chatter they make when I forget to give them their breakfast. The crows, too, caught my eye, sticking to the open fields, flying low and lazy, not wasting any energy. And yesterday, I was looking at the birch bark—still tight against the trunk. That usually means this damp spell we’re in isn’t ready to lift anytime soon.

It’s something, really—what nature can tell a person if they take the time to notice. The chickadees, the crows, even the bark on a tree. All of it’s saying something, if you’re listening and paying attention.

On another note, it’s a cold morning here in cottage country… the kind of cold that settles into your bones before you even get your boots on. My old woodworking shop was more than just “kinda cool” this morning… truth is, it was damn cold. So I lit the shop stove earlier. Should be warming up by the time I finish this post and get through breakfast. One of those little rituals, you know… fire first, then food, then work.

Yesterday I managed to get a bit done on my flutes, which made me happy. But most of the day was spent helping my wife out in the gift shop… the one we’re opening come spring. That took up most of the day, really. I’m the muscle, moving things, lifting, holding stuff in place. Then she gets in there and works her magic.

And she really is magic at this. She’s a fantastic designer when it comes to making stores and storefronts look just right. She’s been at it a long while now… here, and back down south, where we had three shops with those big windows facing the street. Not to mention all the other stores we’ve had over the years. Each one different, but somehow always exactly what it needed to be.

One thing’s for sure… come spring, that gift shop is going to look mighty fine.

Oh, and on top of all that, she’s also getting her art studio set up at one end of the house. Busy gal, for sure.

Pretty one, too.

So what are you up to today, GW?

Well, today now that I have my wife looked after, I’m planning on getting back to working on them flutes. I have a long way to go before they’re singing nicely… the thing is, there are a lot of steps in making them and each one takes time. And one hell of a lot of patience.

For the most part, I’ve managed to find that patience in my woodworking shop. Something about the work itself, I suppose… the wood doesn’t rush you, and you can’t rush it. But other things… well, let’s just say being the age I am now and seeing how the world is going, sometimes patience takes a back seat in that department.

Funny how that works, isn’t it… you can sit there for hours getting a flute just right, sanding and tuning and listening, but then you turn on the news or hear about some foolishness going on out there and that patience just walks right out the door.

So with that, I’m off for my breakfast that my lovely wife has made for me… which consists of some pancakes this morning. Should give me the energy to make it through the morning till coffee time.

Until the next time: Keep Your Minds Open & Your Stories Alive. GW