Hunting camp
I was invited to a hunting camp by a plumber I worked with.It was October, the beginning of archery season. The leaves were beginning to change and the air was crisp in the mornings. Mike the plumber picked me up Friday morning, he drove a Ford F-350 diesel jacked up with stacks it was a bad ass truck. I threw my gear in the back, kissed my wife goodbye and we headed out. It took 4 hours to get there. We mostly talked about hunting and work. We turned off the main road. We were on a rocky muddy...