The trouble with fat chicks is they have places they can't reach with a washcloth. Nothing against Vespas. Years ago my wife and I took our 10 year anniversary to Alaska. We were on a caribou hunt flying out of Iliamna. We were sleeping in a tent next to a pile of quartered caribou. I had read in a book never to argue with your guide or the hunt will be ruined. So I kept my mouth shut. That night a sow brown bear and two cubs came to feast on the pile of meat just a few feet from our tent. The bones crunching woke me up out of a sound sleep. My guide had told me not to load until he said so and not to shoot until he said so. I decided it was time to load and started shoving 35 Whelen cartridges with 225 gr Noslers in. After awhile I decided to get the camera and when I shot the camera the flash scared them off like the Kentucky derby. Never once did I wish for a 30-06 400 Whelen maybe. whelennut
