The gravel road into my favorite hunting area is a miserable SOB to drive most of the time. Between the townies that have cabins on the mountainside (They are friggin clueless) the dickheads in their side by sides (They go as fast as they can just because they can) to the loggers. Geez! By the time hunting season is here it is a slow crawl for the 24 miles to where I like to hunt. On the bright side it might keep the competition down I guess.
