The bus ride from New York was long and sleepless, the 3 arrived at 05:00 am, to the gas station which had been transformed into a bus station and taxi stand. 15 taxis were ready for fares. We quickly loaded our bags into the 1 st Taxi. The East Indian driver hardly spoke english but he knew already where we wanted to go. As we drove along Roxham Road in the cool morning, l started fantasizing about that big horny antlered moose, and that luscious black shiny bear rug, that would be mine. I quickly dismissed the though of a big hole in that fury pelt.
Penetration would be excellent without excessive damage, assured to me by all the campfryer reloaders.
RCMP were waiting at Canadian entry point, and she was a real looker what with all them spray cans, bats, radios, glock side arm, bullets, she must have had 50 lbs of gear on her, yet she could still stand errect and moved about like a young school girl. These Canadian chicks are real hot l thought, then reflected, gee I wish l was 20 years younger or 25 years older when Biden's face crossed the imagination screen. She shouted "This is not a legal port of entry and you will be arrested if you cross" I could hear snickering and laughing from some of the taxi and shuttle bus drivers. We just followed the crowd in, I asked a luscious African chick " How did you come so far and know where to go". She answered " I just googled it and followed the map across the world with 100's of others.
They asked us where we were from? l was a good joker and replied in a broken slavic "Romania and l seek ayslum and all my identification was stolen". After a few questions and photo off we went to a really nice hotel where we were well fed, next morning out the door we went and off to our dream hunt.
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