Bambi.. circa 2002 hunting the dumber elk in wilderness.
Meanwhile, im 12 and still putting dirt in my pockets and have a mean crush on my babysitter...
Haha people are like, hunting is relaxing.... and im like, arrow knocked...FUUUUUUU!!!!!!! i sometimes feel like a conspiracy theorist by the time im done hunting... “are those bugles real?”... “Was that an actual elk or am i just really hungry?”
Heading west toward MT this AM. Rolling solo for a week or however long it takes! Goodluck to all the mountain brothers this year.. As f*cked up as our world is, im confident that fire water, bugles and some thin air will cleanse any dirty soul. Hike hard you guys🤘