Nameless Range
Well-known member
This weekend was my 5 day weekend to hunt. On Friday, I went for what someone of my rotundness would be considered a death march.
I proceeded to come down with the flu and was laid up Saturday and Sunday.
This morning I got up, hell bent on achieving at least a half-assed morning hunt. Feeling like garbage, I fueled up with some Canadian Coffee.
Since I was hunting near home, I rode my four wheeler to the bottom of the ridge I planned on hunting. 800 feet to the top. I'm weak as hell and I might die.
I proceeded to come down with the flu and was laid up Saturday and Sunday.
This morning I got up, hell bent on achieving at least a half-assed morning hunt. Feeling like garbage, I fueled up with some Canadian Coffee.
Since I was hunting near home, I rode my four wheeler to the bottom of the ridge I planned on hunting. 800 feet to the top. I'm weak as hell and I might die.