So it's hunting season (at least rifle hunting) and I have a tag. This is kinda my dad's thing, but he didn't get a tag this year. There are youth encouragement hunts on Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks and I have one for Thanksgiving.
I'm really not that great of a hunter. I'm loud and impatient. You can't really get much worse than that. Well...I guess I could be loud, impatient, and fat, but I can at least hike. So...you guessed it. We didn't get anything yet. We're going out again tomorrow and hopefully I shoot something, but you never know.
Today we hiked some ridges which was fun. Okay, it was fun going up and getting to the top. There's a principle of climbing that is always forgotten when going up--it's much easier to go than to come back down. The saying that if you can get down if you can get up is really a big misconception. I know. One of humanity's biggest flaw is the misconceptions that we all hold dear. Coming down those slopes was not so fun. I was terrified because the rocks were loose and it felt like I was going to fall down and die. I was also carrying a loaded gun, so that was another fear factor. Just not fun. I wouldn't recommend it.
We're leaving pretty early tomorrow morning...so if we don't shoot anything, I'm going to be pretty mad because that means I woke up early three days in a row for nothing.
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