Well its about 14 hours to go before Smokenboomathon begins here in the swamps. I have been applying food scent to my clothes and boots. I have been makin PBJ samwiches. I've been stuffing my pockets with drag lines, skinnin knives, portable clean/ relaod stuff, cameras, emergency pop-tarts, spare smokes, deet, and a couple cans of coke.
My nosrils are flarin and I'm rarin to go...I'm comfortable with my new piece and I'm bound and determined to get serious about laying the bacon in the back of the rollin tackle box.
I took this pic... I hope its the last I see of those pellets and sabot.
I want that bolt to slam, the primer to fry, and shove that chunk of copper and lead right through a porker...
Not zactly....Although I did find our pet piggie from "Wild Boar Attack" had returned home and wasn't torn up to bad by the pit bulls that mauled him last day of bow season...
Lets just say that today was past epic. Monumental even.