I remember watching a old Albert and Costello movie a very long time ago. It was about them hunting in Africa. Their gun boy was packing a golf club bag with quite a number of rifles in it. I figured at that time that I was going to try and see if I could dupilicate it. So far I have quite a few rifles rangeing from a good old .22LR all the way to a .340 Weatherby with just about all the calibers represented. So when I head out to find that elusive varmet or the largest animal here on the North American continet I try and have the right combination available to myself.
Today's headlines read, "Hunter Dies of Heart Attack!"
I don't know how many times I have seen that headline in the past 16 years that I have lived in Colorado.
I moved here in 1994 via the U.S. Army to Ft. Carson, Colorado. The "Mountain Post" as it is sometimes called.
When I arrived here, in pretty good shape, the unit told me that I could not participate in P.T. (physical training) for at least 30 days. Now, I had just come from an overseas tour in Korea and was stationed in the...