I’m leaving tomorrow morning to go here. I’ll be wearing some half-used-up Solomon X-ultra low tops. I have a brand new pair left from the NM hike buying frenzy, grin, but I’ve been hikin’ day hikes in these old ones all summer…. dance with who bring ya. Mule deer hunt. I’m stoked. Last did it 7-8 years ago and I clearly remember thinking, “damn, I’m gonna be like 58 years old next time I get this tag! Hope I can still do it!”

Well guess what, past self. 58 year old me can out-hike your punk ass into the GROUND! 😎. Plus I got my 25 year old pack mule daughter who carries heavy packs in the wilderness for the gubmint coming along to experience it. Gonna put her to WORK! Now I just need to not hork a shot and ruin hunting for her… heh heh… no pressure.

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