My natural restlessness paid off in spades on this trip. While I enjoy sitting around and shooting the chit, poking around the woods with Bobby allowed us to be "involved" in lots of bloodshed....the polka dot pig (if it gets far enough away he'll kill it!), a flinter hangfire and kill, running (literally) over the knolls with Corey after Bob's pig, and walking up on J's Whelen execution to name a few. I truly enjoyed walking all over the damn place with Bob and The Judge (let me know if you want me to throw those pics up).
George
�Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn't even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.�
