If you look close at this picture you can see torn flesh and yet smiles.
Obviously shock from fatigue and blood loss. There were some calories burned and severe brush busted.
A first for me - I had stomped my way into a big honeysuckle bush (which takes some effort even without two feet of snow) and Mike said "he's right under your feet! All I saw was snow, but I un-nocked my arrow and holding it I poked the only spot a bunny could be - and the bunny took off (to be rolled four feet later). I took coup on a bunny! Or maybe "catch-and-release"?
We were having to drag the bunnies out of their snow tunnels. They'd hold until you stepped on them.
My bunk mate. A little young and obviously traumatized by my heavy petting actions during the night. Sorry Shawn - suggest you get Maybe in for some counseling right away.
Good food. Great company. 17 feet of snow up hill in every direction and worth every minute. Thanks Shawn!!!
And it was great to meet another group of new friends from TradGang and re-connect with some of the crew I knew.