My Hunting Stories
I wish I could write a story without drama but that doesn’t seem to be my norm. This hunt was no exception. When I was thinking about a title for this story, the first one that popped into my head was, “The Hunt From Hell,” but I’m grateful as it could have been worse.
I haven’t written any current stories because I haven’t been on any hunts since starting the blog. That changed on September 2. I went on a backpack sheep hunt with my grandson Jared and son-in-law Sagen. I have been on over 50 sheep hunts and I will have to say this was one of my hardest. I didn’t want to think it was my age but maybe it was just the 20 hours of fighting alder, devils club, willow and blow downs on the climb in and reversing it after one day of hunting. That will get you no matter what age you are. I have decided however, no more long backpack hunts. So follow us on this short story with lots of photos of what I call a “brutal” hunt.
