noharleyyet
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When I bust my azz Latin is a distant second to construction vocabulary.
...amen on the trek stick.
...amen on the trek stick.
On Your Butt Adventures
- Thread starter RobG
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noharleyyet
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Dinkshooter
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LopeHunter
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I became a believer in walking sticks after spending an evening bouncing down the steep stuff as worked down slopes which earlier in the day I climbed up without issues. Always maintain two points of contact and your spills will be few. Your rifle scope or bow will thank you. Your body will thank you.
idnative1948
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HSi-ESi
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Steep slope = gun on the downhill side. Always.
MThuntr
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RobG...I love your term "Lubrico baculus" that is funny as hell!
RobG
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My knowledge of Latin will impress my hunting partners. I'm looking forward to using this.
Trekking poles plus these
allow one to stay upright pretty well. Only way to get more traction is to be bit by a mutant, radiated spider.
I've been using these, but they tend to slip around on the boot:
Gerald Martin
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Bump this up for I make Oil's benefit.
Gweb85
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This past elk season was the worst for these death trap branches. My father in law and I made a run at a big bull on top of a ridge. We started up the hill (almost straight up) at 2pm in the rain. We had made it up to the top in about 2.5 hours. We waited for the bull to come over the hill as we had seen him do for the past few days only to see nothing. By the time we started heading down it was time for the lights to come out and make good use of the little light we had left. The trip down ended up taking about 3 hours in a down pour slipping on these branches at least 10 to 15 times a piece. Its like natures little trap. I have never busted my but so many times coming down a hill.
Ha, yeah that ridgeline did get a little 'sporty'. Considering you had just climbed 1500' in the mile before that though, I'd say you were doing pretty damn good.
MThuntr
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Tis the season to resurrect this thread...On Your Butt Adventures have begun and it looks like a winter storm starting tonight will add to the conditions at lower elevations.
RobG
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ha ha, flashback... The trekking pole helped immensely but I still had a couple OYBAs Saturday with my son.
ovis2
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I also re-upped my membership in the OYBA this weekend, but it wasn't due to snow hidden obstacles. I was packing an antelope across the high prairies of WY and was crossing a boggy gully. You know the type of area with knee deep, yellow grass; spongy, water-logged footing; interspersed with random little tussocks of slightly taller (and hidden) clumps of soil that catch your toes or the side of your foot as you are trying to plod along. After several near missteps and stumbles, one of them finally caught me off balance and sideways I went, not being able to move my leg far enough or fast enough to catch my self, even with the aid a the 3rd leg (keep your minds out of the gutter - I am referring to my Leki trekking pole).
I wasn't so much on my back, as on my side, slow soaking up the ooze hidden beneath the brilliant yellow grass. Yes, loud and vulgar cuss words were lost winds blowing across across the Wyoming barrens. My right arm was trapped in the goo under my body and, furthermore I was somewhat wedged between several of the aforementioned tussocks. After several moments of wriggle around like a suddenly beached salmon I got enough leverage on me to roll over on to my belly and was eventually able to get me knees under me and somehow ended up standing up, uneventfully finishing up the packout.
Good times.
I wasn't so much on my back, as on my side, slow soaking up the ooze hidden beneath the brilliant yellow grass. Yes, loud and vulgar cuss words were lost winds blowing across across the Wyoming barrens. My right arm was trapped in the goo under my body and, furthermore I was somewhat wedged between several of the aforementioned tussocks. After several moments of wriggle around like a suddenly beached salmon I got enough leverage on me to roll over on to my belly and was eventually able to get me knees under me and somehow ended up standing up, uneventfully finishing up the packout.
Good times.
