This morning I climbed a mountain. A pretty big mountain. Packing my 12lb 303 British because The Wife(tm) is packing the Kimber down around on the low side of the same mountain. Took me almost an hour, and hurt me pretty good getting up it. Fifteen minutes after making the summit, I finally stopped sweating… Read More »
(Note: This story was written down by me (Jack) in the 1st person, but this really The Wife(tm)’s story, and I wrote it based on what she told me about how it all went down) A couple times this year before the start of hunting season, we had seen a really, really nice buck hanging… Read More »
So, opening day – archery. Like everyone else in the kootenays, The Wife ™ and I were looking for anything in the elk family (big bulls are preferred, but hey, we’ll take what we can get – we like elk steaks any way we can get em’). We headed out long before daylight to the… Read More »