Just one that seems "fresh".....
Up in the Adirondack Mountains, at Adkmountainken's "Adirondack Attack"...
A bunch of my fellow TradGang Brothers & I spent the evening socializing. Eating like Kings and the liquid libation was flowing!!! (I still think that "Blue Juice" that Drewsbow broke out, was the culprit) We get up the next morning, get dressed, pile in trucks & head for the base of the mountain. The Gang piles out & gets ready for the hike up the mountain. Kenny has stands & spots picked for the new guys, Some veterans who know the mountain, volunteer to take others. All start to head out, except Little Mickey(mcgroundstaker) and myself. I told the guys before they left,"In 30some years, I've never broke a leg in these mountains,and I don't plan on breaking one today!!!" All head up, and are soon out of hearing... I spend the time in the dark quietly talking with Mike. We are old friends... It starts to get light & we head up the mountain. A bout with phnumonia years ago, left me with colapsed lungs, that never fully inlated again. I easily become winded... I bid my Brother Waysiah Good Luck, and wished him a "Good Day"..... He headed up the mountain, and out of sight.
I picked my way up to the woodroad that leads off to "Woodchucker's Rock". I had seen a nice big buck here a few years before, 8 maybe 10 points, he was out of range & moving! Nobody got a shot at him that weekend either. Perhaps, he was still around??? It was a beautiful morning, and everyone was going to meet at the trucks, to head back to "camp" for lunch... (EATING is VERY important!) We were all gathered at the trucks, shareing our experiaces.... My "adopted" son Chris DeWitt, looked at me, and then my hand.....
"When did you start shooting without a glove, Chuck??? Is that an Indian thing????"
I'd never even noticed.....