Roy... are you NUTS????
look at the draw statistics... they issued 10 permits, you drew 'cause you were the ONLY one ta put in!!
*SHUDDER*
I..... I ddddrew.... this tag 8 years ago.
In spite of everyone that advised against it.
Only until last year have I been able to venture into the wild again...
I jus' talked to my thera-pist... she said it was ok now to talk about it.
Yup... that ain't volcanic activity... it is fer shure the things gett'n jiggy with it.
We started out a brave, well-preped crew, hindsite says we were way over confident, not enough respect fer the animal.
Everyone was armed to the teeth, my trackers Mjigwa 'an Blberaby, my partner Earl, the hoarse wrangler Skeeter, 'an the local we hired as a guide, Cooter.
Without alot of detail, Mjigwa 'an Blberaby are in a far better place now, Skeeter is gett'n around now perty good fer a guy with jus' one arm 'an one leg, that Cooter guy, he's porbly alive somewheres, butt no buddy's seen him since, (he bolted when we saw that the critter was gonna charge, never stopped runn'n, I guess) I visit Earl once a week up at the VA, (he had the decoy suit on, which, again, hindsite sez was a huge mistake... at least not a female suit...) Doc sez he may walk again someday, but that was a nasty, gapping wound. The mental damage is jus' too much for him to overcome. Doc calls it the "Ned Beaty" syndrom.
I lost my best horse Twister, my pack mule Gunk, 'an my old hound Blaster. I guess 'ol Blaster saved my life when he lept betwixed me 'an that big Devil... gave me a nano=second fer a slow-down shot to the cod-piece...
I didn't fill the tag... I was to bussy dealing with the carnage to follow the blood trail.
I was jus' glad we were able to beat him off...
Tried to hire some locals the next week to go recover the shell, at least. No takers.
So I said Four-gett it.
Good luck, my freind... you are a braver man than I...