I am just worn out. Been working way too hard for such an old man. Tearing out the carport for my son and then will build a garage to protect him and the little rascals from the snow and cold in the coming winter months. Had a great meal (thanks to my dear daughter-in-law), welcome shower, and resting of course my mind wonders off to hunting. I am going to elk camp this weekend with my grandson. He has the tag, his dad and I have the "
fever" so we must take him and help him find an elk on the special youth hunt tag he drew. The fall season in the quakies at 8,000+ feet elevation and the cool air is just invigorating. Then when you hear an elk bugle it all turns to magic in the mountains.
I also am thinking about hunting chizzlers in Iron County, Utah. I found a photo of Fred and Mabel Chizzler as they have their last kiss before the long winter's nap. I wonder which will be the first to come out in the early spring and smile at me in my cross-haired viewfinder. You know what I mean. . . .
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