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Optimism |
I woke up to a partly cloudy day that was supposed to be a rain filled flood baring slogfest.
Elated at the prospects of being able to go hunting instead of performing the planned truck maintenance during the storms, I decided to go deep and check a close to the vest spot. I call it Patrick Swayze because it’s always awesome. I name most of my spots after the Swaze – Roadhouse, Throat-Rip, Bodi.. It’s a good 3 1/2 hours on dirt to get there, but it’s usually a place to get a heavy game bag in a hurry. The below was before 11AM on an average day and the row extends beyond the photo*.
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*Breaking Two Rules to prove my point. 1) No Chest Thumping 2) No TAILGATE SHOTS 3) Don’t get your panties in a ruffle, 2 limits by 2 idiots. |
I hadn’t hunted it since the closer last year and was eager to see how the birds held out during the dry year.
It got real muddy a few miles from Patrick Swayze and at a quarter mile before the parking spot my truck started to sputter.
Well shit.
Over 100 miles from home. At least 25 miles through the soaked desert to a phone.
No other hunters near. And this prophesied mega storm bearing down sometime that night.
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Dread in the water. |
I don’t pray and I’m glad I didn’t stop to do so because that would have drained the rest of my battery due to a failing alternator.
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Carwash! |