And Wallingford is full of yuppies and old people. I think I own the only guns here.
The trip was a challenge. The first three days were temps in the 60's. Then we had four days of snow and 30 yards of vis. I chained up all 4 wheels day 4 and didn't take em off until I left. When it finally broke the elk were out but I was only able to get close to cows.
I did shoot a decent buck but I'm elkless this year.
I had one close but brief (ie 2 seconds) encounter with an absolute wall hanger of a mulie.
I also toasted my achilees and one knee. A fun hunt overall but I'm limping around like an old man and I've been home for a week.
I'm going to go hobble around a river for a change of pace this afternoon.
ps Between the two of us I think we'd eat ok after a quake.
When are you going to shoot that bar?