Mike and Jason were great hunting companions. I truly enjoyed the experience of moose hunting in God's country with them. My tipi and stove really bit the dust in both the wind and the rain, but their steady companionship made a fantastic experience even better.
As an aside, I think the moose that got pretty close to Jason would have been meat in the freezer right now if it hadn't smelled the dead wolverine in Mike's hunting clothes!
Good friends and great companions are what make memories, and I can truly say I was fortunate to spend this time with "Wingnut" and "Yellargnome".
Also, I'm glad to say that the "fart bars" didn't have the same effect on me as they did on Mike. What tiny amount of effect I felt was more like April in Paris than dead wolverine. It was FOUL!!! riding drag on the herd while hiking back up the mountain.
It doesn't get any better than this.
John