Here and there, starting with that pair of muskrats that came over the gun'als to rescue the baby we had dip netted, causing 4 of us to abandon ship, anchored in the middle of the river. That was in high school. A couple years later I came eyeball to bore-sight with a skunk on an extremely dark night. Shortly after that I moved to Alaska where it was safe.
Except for that one shoulder shot moose, I think everything up here that's expressed a difference of opinion with me was grinning at the time....
Last edited by las; 01/07/15.
