A-con
New member
It's the middel of the night, and I can't sleep. I keep haveing this crazy nightmare.
It starts out with you and Moosie on some wind sweep ridge in Idaho, glassing the basin below. A whole heard of 390 class bulls are grazing, and not a sheep in site. Then it goes to me, stalking the dark timber of south west New Mexico. I hear a sound, see movement heading my way. I get ready, draw my bow, and a full curl ram steps out !
Somebody pass the nightquill
It starts out with you and Moosie on some wind sweep ridge in Idaho, glassing the basin below. A whole heard of 390 class bulls are grazing, and not a sheep in site. Then it goes to me, stalking the dark timber of south west New Mexico. I hear a sound, see movement heading my way. I get ready, draw my bow, and a full curl ram steps out !
Somebody pass the nightquill