Let's hear some short hunting related stories. Maybe funny, maybe heart breaking, maybe infuriating, but nonetheless entertaining while we wait anxiously for the seasons to start.
Murder??? I was elk hunting with my dad a couple years ago. I had a couple of Riesen's dark chocolate caramels in my side pouch. Day 7 of the hunt and I was down to those last two Riesens. All day long my challenge was to save those suckers for right before I had the highest, hardest hill to climb. I had saved them for days. I soooo was looking forward to their chocolatey goodness. Melt in your mouth happiness. An energy boost like no other. Pure pleasure before gutting out the big climb. I very reluctantly asked him if he wanted one. He said yes (Dang it!!). I reluctantly hand over one of my last two remaining little prizes. He pops it into his mouth...and promptly spits it out on the ground and says, "I don't like it". Closest I have came to second degree murder in my life.
Murder??? I was elk hunting with my dad a couple years ago. I had a couple of Riesen's dark chocolate caramels in my side pouch. Day 7 of the hunt and I was down to those last two Riesens. All day long my challenge was to save those suckers for right before I had the highest, hardest hill to climb. I had saved them for days. I soooo was looking forward to their chocolatey goodness. Melt in your mouth happiness. An energy boost like no other. Pure pleasure before gutting out the big climb. I very reluctantly asked him if he wanted one. He said yes (Dang it!!). I reluctantly hand over one of my last two remaining little prizes. He pops it into his mouth...and promptly spits it out on the ground and says, "I don't like it". Closest I have came to second degree murder in my life.