Well, here I am sitting 400 miles closer to my final destination. I am sitting at my sisters house going over everything that I have and what I may need to pick up since there is a Cabela's just a few miles away and I will have tomorrow (Wednesday) to take care of any loose ends. Then I'll be on my way north away from computers, cell phones, TV, and all the modern conveniences known to modern man.
I have checked the weather for the last time and it looks like some rain and some sun but you never know when you get out into the sticks. It looks like the ride into the camp will be a wet one but it should dry out after that. I'm glad that I have good rain gear.
So, I will leave the forums to my capable friends here and wish luck to those who are waiting for that credit card hit or email telling them about the adventure that they will embark on this coming fall. As for me I'll have to check everything when I get home.
All of us, at one time or another have gone on a hunting trip and had what we call “Blue Bird” weather. Warm evenings and almost hot days. We hunt in our t-shirts and enjoy the sunshine. We are way up in the mountains and have a whole week to hunt. How could it get any better?
That is, until we score on that big buck or bull. We work to get it out of the field and skinned as quickly as possible to cool it down. But try as we might, we just can’t get...